This Avengers gif set from tumblr that's styled like a comic book is AMAZING.
I went on a mad hunt for reusable tumbler while in Florida. I guess looking up Tervis while at work uhm worked out? Because a coupon for free shipping (that didn't pop up on retailmenot) came up as a side bar advertisement. So I snagged thesetwo. I'm convinced that having cool cups motivates me into drinking more water. Especially if these help maintain temperature as much as they're supposed to.
Florida posts to come soon. I'm writing this at work (shh!) and am seeing my bestie who moved to North Carolina tonight and heading into Philly for Rittenhouse Row Spring Festival tomorrow!
Everything has been blahblahblah as of late. The weather has been going from nice to dreary and it's been doing that weird thing where it pours despite being sunny.
Some highlights from the past few weeks involved:
- drinking cold brew iced coffee and smoothies and pretending that it's warmer - hanging out with an old(ish) friend - watching Hannibal and Hemlock Grove and GoT of course - and generally pretending that it is actually summer, which is really just code for skirting my responsibilities but also gardening in mini dresses
Anyway, I fly to Florida tomorrow morning to spend a long weekend (and Mother's Day!!!) with Mamadukes. So hopefully there will be some pictures from that! And also I'll hopefully come back sans sunburn, but a little less pasty and ill looking.
It's okay to not do favorites when you think everything is awful, right?
I love panel shows. 8 Out of 10 Cats, Never Mind the Buzzcocks, QI. And I'm super excited for the Whose Line? reboot come July. Anyway. Jon Richardson makes me laugh so hard that my sides hurt (along with Jimmy Carr and Sean Lock.) And this is just so...not a good example of that. But whatever.
Hobbies are Rich in Psychic Rewards - This article is old, but was brought to my attention in a tweet from an old professor. In addition to asserting that I should take time out of my life for hobbies, it also explains why. And you know, makes me feel better about doing nail art and thinking too much about television (what! It's a hobby!)
You can avoid this post if you're in the habit of avoiding storm clouds and sappiness. Or just big blocks of text.
I've been having a sort of rough time lately. A while ago my office found out that the client most of us work for got sold. Then we found out that we weren't having our contract renewed. And then we played a fun little waiting game to find out who of us was getting laid off (85% of us, if we're including the higher ups in those who are being "saved") and when. I was lucky enough to make it until the last day of us existing in our office.
And as I write this, I have fifty one days left. The mood has been abysmal, to say the least, and steadily getting worse. The official announcement of some news today just compounded things. A huge part of me just wants to quit and run away and find a new job somewhere else entirely. But I'm too cautious and too much of a homebody for things like that.
I'm conflicted with being able to start a new chapter (my job was downright silly! I wasn't fond of the hours except it gave me an excuse not to see anyone ever! My higher up supervisor never acknowledged when I did anything, ever!) But holy shit. I am not emotionally ready for another job search.
Rejection is draining and this was supposed to be the safe bet. You know, with decent pay and benefits. I know this seems ridiculous and over dramatic, but I really have been feeling like I don't matter lately.
I spent four years studying what I love (I won't say studying hard, but I mean... I did graduate magna cum laude, so cut me some slack.) For the longest time I thought I had everything all planned out. And yet, I gradually grew out of wanting that plan. So here I am. And I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I'm 24 in July and I know that I still don't have to have my entire life planned out yet. But that doesn't mean I can't hope that everything suddenly comes to me and I just know. At least then I would have something to work towards.
My friend, who is graduating in about a month, found out some less then stellar news about her future plans today and asked me to commiserate with her. Via a text, she told me that she felt worthless and pointless which was pretty on point to describing exactly how I felt today. Now let's be honest, this lady's future is going to be one of great importance (I can feel it and I am so confident in her and she impresses me no matter what because she has a heart of gold.)
So I told her that even when she feels like that, there are the little silly little things like commiserating with me. Or having Mexican food while I get sloppy margarita drunk. And then I sent her the video above.
I want to matter, on a grand scale. I really do. Yet I know that I matter to the people that matter to me. Sure, my own little girl gang may be a collective 956 miles away. But at the end of it all, I get to know that I've had an impact on their lives and they've had an impact on mine. So thank you.
Tonight, my thoughts are up in Boston. My thoughts are also with Venezuela. Somalia. Iraq. And all around the world.
I had to bite back tears at work after hearing about the bombings, panicking about my friend and then finding out that she is okay. Sometimes, it is really hard to remember that the amount of good in this world outweighs the bad. And while the acts of kindness can't undo what happened, it doesn't make the world feel so terrible.
Every time we think we've measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we
look up and we are reminded that that capacity may well be limitless.
