Our soon-to-be hood

Party Monster – movie review

Yesterday I spent the entire day in bed, as a result of a sinus headache. Those things are MURDER! I’ve only developed them in the past 3 years or so. While in bed, I figured I might as well get something accomplished (no matter how small.) I’d rented the following documentary off Netflix:

It was informative, and I will be reading more about the “Club Kid” scene in NYC (90’s and prior to that when Andy Warhol was a part of it all.) However, this film really struck me with regard to the drug use and frequency. The lifestyle of the Michael Alig (as well as those of a majority of the Club Kids) is so foreign to me. I definitely cannot grasp the mentality of wanting to be on drugs all the time.  I mean I get it; it’s an addiction.

However, as I was watching it and seeing how much alcohol and drugs were consumed, I actually got nauseous. One scene is a recording of them cooking Special K and somehow cutting it up and eating it. (I won’t lie and say I totally understood the method. They also didn’t really explain what they were doing – but you knew they were cooking it.) This scene definitely made me queasy. It just went on from there.

Michael Alig ended up killing a Club Kid, who  also happened to be his roommate at the time and a drug dealer.  He then dismembered this guy, Angel Melendes, and threw the body off a bridge and hoped that no one would find it.  He’s in jail now so justice was served.  The filmaker interviewed a lot of people for this, especially friends of Michael. One friend, in particular, with whom Michael fled NY at one point after he’d killed Angel, had a letter from Michael that he wrote her whilst in jail. At one point he wrote, ‘Don’t forget our promise’ which meant if he got life in prison, she was to smuggle him a lifetime’s worth of drugs so he could kill himself.

Eff’d up.

I wonder what a psychiatrist would say about him.

After seeing it I want to know more about it, but it makes me even more grateful that I am a solid and grounded person, and that if I ever were interested in trying drugs I can think of his life and any curiosity is pretty much squashed.

weekends weekends weekends

Sometimes I like to reflect on the good food I have eaten. It doesn’t happen often; usually when I have a friends visiting from out of town, I like to take advantage of the fact that that person needs to be shown the great places to eat. I will get to do that next weekend when Lynette and a friend of hers are in town.

 

Today being Friday is fantastic in and of itself. Combine that with a two hour lunch at Bertucci’s (one of my FAV comfort food restaurants) and things are looking pretty good. The day has been shortened, which is fantastic. I don’t really have much of an attention span today. I’m thinking about dinner with Rod tonight (at Cheesecake – mmmm, salad here I come!), and how tomorrow I will probably take a class or two at the gym, relax a bit head into Boston for the night for our company Bar Crawl! Good times! This weekend there are a ton of Pride Events going on so Saturday no doubt it will be a little crazy. I’m really looking forward to it. If I’m feeling really ambitious (and energetic) tomorrow I just might head downtown during the day to see the Pride Parade, but I’ll have to see about that. Not that many of you care, but my cycle is just about wrapping it up for the month so any day now I may be feeling the wrath of my unemployed uterus.

2 cycles ago when that day came it was Marathon Monday and I was literally ripped from my sleep at 6:00am because it was so painful. Joey had to get up, look for the electric heating pad I bought for him when he got that awful stomach flu this past winter and I eventually fell back to sleep laying on it. Little tangent there, but what I’m saying is that that will be the only thing that deters me from doing anything tomorrow during the day if that even is the case. Last month was pleasant as pie and I got almost no symptoms.

Sunday is a bunch of nothing if I’m not feeling well. There is a Boston Handmade Event that I’d like to go to if possible, and then Joey comes home.

The weeks are flying by and my countdown is on. In July I don’t have anything on weekends planned (can you believe that?!) I purposely wanted to leave that open to a) start packing and see everyone I need to see before I leave, and b) allow myself any last minute NY trips to look for any apartment.

The remainder of this month belongs to my friends Lynette, who is in town next weekend and the following weekend is NY apartment hunting.

I live for weekends.

 

 

 

random thought

I’m a team player. I’ve always been a team player. I don’t feel the need to be in charge or run the show unless I feel like no one is stepping up to the plate or I just quite frankly would be better at it. Despite any residual or negative feelings I may still carry about my last job, I can honestly say that one think I felt was that we were a team. We all swam together and if the ship sank, we sank together. Everyone did their part to try to make sure that our walks and events were the best that they could be. If someone made a mistake, we all talked about how to remedy the problem and came up with a solution together.

This is not the case AT ALL with my current company.

It’s really unfortunate and unpleasant. You have to watch your back with whatever you do so it doesn’t come back to bite you in the a**.  Look, I’m all for owning up to your mistakes. I have no problem acknowledging if/when I screw up. However, the way it’s set up here is a big blame game. Everything you do needs to be initialed so if it’s a mistake, they’ll know who to blame when they come across it. Then, even though it’s something that can be fixed by anyone, a finger is pointed at YOU and you’re basically told, ‘This is YOUR fault. YOU have to fix this.’

I’m not talking about catastrophic mistakes: even something as simple as labeling a particular appointment incorrectly. Sometimes people are trying to do a million things at once and they hiccup when choosing the correct label. However, if you look at all the signs that point to the correct label, it’s easy to see that it was that and only that: a hiccup. Would you believe that people will call you up if this happens and ask that YOU be the one to click on the drop down menu and re-select the label for that appointment? It’s so asinine, not to mention obnoxious!

Anyway, my point is that when this type of mentality is bestowed upon a department, you grow to form this shield. I know I have, and I hate it! It’s very much a throw-your-hands-up type of thing and say, ‘I wasn’t responsible for that. It’s not MY problem!’ or ‘That’s not MY job!’ It just seems like people are so concerned with this ridiculous blaming game that they won’t go out of their way to be a team member.  And I also know that if I’d be the one to screw up I would be getting yelled at in a minute.

I hate the fact that I’ve developed this habit because sometimes I feel it carry over into other areas of my life. For example, it’s rare that I will pick up a piece of trash (i.e. a can of soda or a plastic container) and throw it out because it’s just sitting on the floor in the middle of a public area. Part of it is that the thought of what germs could be on it grosses me out, but the other part is that I have that thought.  “I didn’t do that. Why should I have to clean it up?”  instead of, ‘Oh look, there’s litter on the ground. It will take me 3 seconds to take care of and it will help the environment.

I’m very much looking forward to when I get out of school and join a company that does NOT do this to its employees and where employees don’t do it to each other. I’m looking forward to a refreshing experience where I can rely on my co-workers for help and support, and in turn the same to them from me. I’ll be doing something that I am passionate about and it will be spectacular.

Gah!!!

This is absolutely ridiculous.  I have been insatiably hungry for the past few days. Yeah yeah, I know it comes with my cycle and I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m not; I just think it’s ridiculous is all.

This past weekend Joey and I spent lots of time doing nothing and it was EXACTLY what we needed.  Yesterday alone we woke up, researched apartments and areas in NY to move, cleaned out Joey’s closet and did laundry. I also read a bit and blogged while he packed for his fishing trip this week.

I bet this month and next are going to just fly by.  It’s already June 8th – JUNE 8TH for crying out loud! By this time in August I will (*crossing fingers*) know when I am headed to NY (if I have not already started to move), tying up all the loose ends here in Boston and packing/throwing out all the crap that I just don’t need anymore. It’s going to be so great! I’m so excited to move into this next phase in my life.  School is going to be awesome, I’ll be pursuing an area that’s insanely interesting to me, I’ll be living closer to my family and NY friends than I have in almost 10 years, and things will just be shifting to a better and more productive place for me.

I am OBSSESED with the veggie burgers from Christopher’s (Porter Square.) Joey and I got them last night and I’m not even joking when I say that I could have them at least 2-3 more times this week INSANE!

I can’t decide if I should keep the bangs I have or grow them to sweep. My forehead has been breaking out like a bandit, which has never happened before. It’s a little disturbing.

I’m actually looking forward to a yoga class this week.  Good god, what have I become?

Warmer weather weekends

This is what I look like when Joey talks to me about engineering