Damn You Spring Rolls

Had my first week of real work; no big deal, just a real person now. While I frequently feel like an idiot and ask 27 thousand questions (a rough estimate), I really like my job. Technically I’m in charge of marketing for an event planning company, but since they are a small company I’ve gotten to help out with a lot of actual event planning/ management. On my third day of work we drove to Boston for this big design expo where the company had designed two of the showcase rooms. I was told my job was to drink, eat, make up the best answers possible to peoples questions about our company so I don’t sound like I just started (I hope you read that in one breath like I do…does anyone but me read my blog??….I’m going with no), and collect as many new contacts as possible. Free food, free booze, fun people…sold. Another little perk…I get to take the gorgeous flowers we use as part of our décor home with me the next day.

Definitely going to make my apartment seem much classier. Big thanks to Christine the flower lady!

Hello free stuff. Thursday I had a dinner networking event in Providence. Again, free food, free booze, and a pretty decent crowd. I’m just throwing it out there…as far as big kid jobs go…mine certainly does not suck.

The only downer of my week was that I had a ton of ishhhh to do and got home pretty late each night. By the time I managed to finish off a spring roll (my dinner of choice this week) I was ready for a little TV and a lot of sleep. Why a single spring roll for dinner you might ask? Well, those buggers are freakin delicious, but they are also balls expensive. I mean come on…five rolls in a bag for $9…that’s just robbery. I didn’t exactly pick a career that would have me rolling in money so I’ve taken to rationing my food. Maybe a little extreme, but it’s either that or I have to stop getting pedicures and god knows that is NOT going to happen. Anyway, the plus side of my job is that I have far less time to snack on all my favorites. My food intake has been significantly reduced. As far as the running goes, I have promised myself I will get back on that train again this weekend/ next week.

I take that back- the other downer of my week is that I am helping plan these baller parties (some with budgets upwards of 150K) and am in charge of researching sick furniture and table designs and linens and what not, but I am so, so far away from being able to afford anything of the sort. It also makes me want to throw a real high class dinner party or something, which probably just seems fun in my head. In reality cocktail dresses and stuff you can’t spill on is just not a good time. Oh and this job could also freak out any potential new boyyyyfrannn I bring to my apartment, since my table is now covered with magazines like Bliss Celebrations (See Below). Gonna have to hide those for a bit I think.

That’s my nervous face.

Other than those few complications my new job is SAH-WEET.

This doesn’t relate at all to this post or this blog, but I’m ten at heart and think this is funny. Come on guys…who changed the sign??

The Best Day

So Sunday I went for a run again and felt like death. Super great. Monday I switched it up and went to the gym. I think the humidity outside might finally be getting to me because I felt great at the gym. Made the mistake of going to the grocery store right after though; not only did I look disturbing, but my sweat combined with the freezing produce section created a seriously cold Doodle. Is it weird that I just referred to myself in the third person and by my completely embarrassing childhood family nickname? Eh, I’m okay with it.

Oh another important update, I decided to move into an apartment on the Cranston Providence line instead of moving home. Our family friends own a building there so they aren’t going to make me sign a year lease. My very realistic mother made the point that I could get fired from this new job just as quickly as I got it, which was the main reason for moving home instead of moving into a new place in Providence with a year contract. That and the fact that rent will take up a huge portion of my salary. I might be broke, but at least I’ll be in my own place still. Tuesday I took the day off and went down to my parents to check out some furniture I’ll be taking for the new place. I also got my craft on and started pulling recipes together from all of our family cookbooks so I’ll have my own for the new place.

Today I had the best day. I woke up to the sound of rain, a personal favorite. The rain turned into a downpour and super loud thunder, another personal favorite. Then I got dressed and went for a massage that I had bought forever ago on groupon. Massages are basically the greatest thing ever. The first think that lady said to me was “holy shit, you have the worst shoulders ever.” Solid. She also referred to all my knots as “speed bumps.” Even despite the strangeness of the lady, the massage was THE BEST. After that I bought two pairs of shoes that were on sale and super cheap and awesome. Then I went and found a rug for the new house. Then I went to the gym and had a great workout. What a great day!

 

“Keep your thoughts positive because your thoughts become your words. Keep your words positive because your words become your behavior. Keep your behavior positive because your behavior becomes your habits. Keep your habits positive because your habits become your values. Keep your values positive because your values become your destiny.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

Day 34 Through Who the Heck Knows

Holy guacamole my life has been crazy. So this is what’s been going on since my last post. I did finish the Blessing of the fleet…very slowly haha. It was down pouring and looking like it might thunder so the race was delayed half an hour. I certainly did not need the added build up. The first mile of the race you are in a giant mass of people and have to fit to get some space. Thinking about how to get around everyone made the first few miles go by pretty quickly. Mile five-ish you end up on Point Judith road, which is just plain miserable. I felt like I was going to vomit most of the way, but managed to make it to the turn and back into the shade. I was proud because I didn’t stop despite having a cramp pretty much the entire race. I was seriously dizzy at the end and in need of Gatorade, which apparently means I wasn’t breathing well. I am very happy to say I ran it, but never again.

After that, I took a few days off to let my knees and toes heal. Then I started running short distances again. My pace was a lot faster and I felt great. The whole time I kept thinking, if I was doing the blessing again, I would have seven miles to go still. Very motivating. I was happy to be running again, but then….my sister was in town from South Korea, it was my Uncle’s birthday, it was my grandmother’s 80th birthday, I took my last final of grad school ever, turned in my last paper ever, both those things meant I was done with school forever, I went to Atlanta for two job interviews (hated the first company and haven’t heard from the second), I was offered a job in Providence (I am now the new Event Marketing Coordinator for Future Affairs Productions), I went over my budget and realized that despite finally having a real salary I will still be broke, and subsequently decided to rent my parents house while they are gone for six months to save money. All of these things lead me to eat three boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese in four days (the shapes kind of course) and washed that down with an entire bag of tortilla chips. Clearly I was not in a good state to run.

On Friday I decided I needed to put the macaroni behind me and get back to my normal routine. If anything, my digestive system would be much happier. So I went out for a run. Not as jolly as before, but it went okay. Hopefully I won’t be making any more gigantic life decisions that will derail my attempt at a healthy lifestyle.