Made my drive from Detroit to Columbus today. This was my passenger seat:
Discovered last year that long drives are easier if I have an audiobook. I was getting tired of my music for 4 hours repeatedly.
Wanted to track my books here, so I can keep a list.
I really liked this book. Especially since I heard the chapter where she spoke of doing interviews, and what she looked for in an interview, just as I’m about to go into an interview tomorrow. Perfect timing.
Today was my last day of work in Detroit. I’ve been working as a consultant in downtown Detroit for the last 2 1/2 years. I’ve loved my work, loved the people, and even loved the company too. I’m sad to be leaving; have created friendships of some of my colleagues. Here’s a picture I took on a walk on my work complex one day:
But I need to move. It was the city. Detroit had nothing for me. I tried dating… nothing. I’ve tried restaurants, but none appealed to me. I didn’t really have friends that would go to events with me. Maybe 1 out of every 5 events I wanted to attend, I could find someone to go with me. And few events actually came to Detroit.
I needed to move to a city where there were lots of things going on, and I had people who would go with me to events. People who wanted to go out.
I’ve gotten a job in Columbus, and have a week off before I start there. Very excited about the move! I have siblings there. And get this – my best friend from high school and my best friend from college live there! I’ll also be closer to Cleveland, so it’ll be easier to go up there to see my girls! As a foodie, I already know there are lots of restaurants I’m looking forward to exploring.
I’m just very excited about moving back to Ohio. I think I’m going to be very happy there!
Went to see Morrissey last week in Ohio. Never been so excited to get our melancholy on!
When I bought the tix, I thought I was buying to see Morrissey AND Blondie. I didn’t realize Blondie was only joining him for the NYC show. I also didn’t know that I’d lose pay for going to the show. When I bought the tickets, I was allowed to work remotely. That is, ‘work from home’, so I could go to Ohio, log into work on Monday to work, go to the show Monday night, and drive back to MI Tuesday morning to work 2/3 of the day on site on Tuesday. But a few weeks prior to the concert, they instilled a new policy at work that I couldn’t work from home anymore.
But it was a great time, and it’s another life experience I’m glad I had. And it rained, which seemed fitting.
Morrissey did his ‘meat is murder’ song, with powerful imagery projected behind him. So poignant, that I couldn’t watch most of it, and had to put my hand up to block it. There was a cool video projected during a song about police brutality. I like how aware he is. Even if he’s a narcissist. I feel he cut the show short, maybe because a couple of fans (literally, fans, as they were fanatical) tried to bum-rush the stage/him.
I’ve not been on a real vacation in a long, long time. And I’ve never been to a tropical place before. So, my dear, beautiful, caring cousin chose to have a destination wedding. In Cancún. At a luxury resort.
oh. my. god.
I came back last Tuesday. And I want to go back. I want to spend many days of my life in that type of place. It was lovely.
I mean, it was more than just hanging out. We saw history. We saw the Mayan Ruins. But gosh. It was so lovely on the last day, when I had nothing to do but sit poolside, drinking tropical bevvies.
Here is the pyramid at Chichén Itzá, so you can see that I did embrace the cultural side of the journey as well. It was super cool. Well, super hot because Mexico in late June. But très chic.
Have you ever seen those questions? When you’re looking at lists of possible interview questions, there’s that one: “What is your spirit animal?”
I’ve seen this over the years, and thank God I’ve never been asked it. Because I had no idea what I’d answer.
I started working with this guy named Ron*. He’s an older (over 60) man, but not ‘old’. He takes off to go on bike trips across states. He’s gritty. He doesn’t do BS or ‘politics’ (like office politics). He’s quiet, won’t say much. And he’s got this screensaver on his monitor of him with a tiger. I’m pretty sure he’s a republican. He’s one of those ‘salt of the earth’ people.
And he’s my spirit animal.
*names may have been changed to protect the spirit animal.
I could never live down south, because I have invested so much in leggings.
So, I got a text from my sister today that she joined Instagram. So, OF COURSE, I asked for her Instaname to follow her, and asked her to follow me back!
She then scrolled through at least a hundred (maybe more) of my photos.
And I got a notification that she liked ONE. ONE.
Out of over a hundred, maybe over 200 that she saw. I’ve posted almost 300, but this one was from 2013. I know, because in 2014 I made a resolution to try not to post as many food pics. So, this was before that.
This is the ONLY picture that my sister liked: