Happy Howlerween

This is the first year I am not getting dressed up for Halloween. Sure, I have the costumes in the basement from previous festivities, but I am not into it. Surprisingly, I am not missing it too much this year. I guess there’s just other stuff on my mind. But, I am excited about the prospect of tricker-treaters coming to our door this evening. Never have I lived in a place conducive to little kiddies in costume coming to ring my bell. I have to say, I am really looking forward to it!

Well, even though I am not dressing up this year, I pay homage to halloweens and costume parties of years passed…

My mom used to make us THE BEST costumes. I don’t know how she did it, but we never had store-bought platic costumes.

Check this out, she sewed that! I don’t even have a sewing machine much less know how to use one.
While I lived in Amsterdam there were lots of costume parties being thown. At this one below there was a “Heaven and Las Vegas” theme, so naturally I dressed up as a shotgun bride.
Monica Lewinsky was an easy costume, and fun to boot. I went as ML for two halloweens in a row and never got bored of it.
Madonna at the office:

70’s party, I was instructed to dress up like a white Diana Ross.

Wig party 2005 was a lot of fun back in Beantown. I like wigs (as if you couldn’t tell).

The year the Red Sox won the world series I dressed up as Pedro Martinez.

Last year I bought an authentic flapper dress on Ebay (I loooove Ebay!) that was a little too boobalicious. But, I felt like a hot mamma in my 20’s dress and black bob wig.

Cultural Leftovers

I like to cook, but being of Italian blood, it is impossible for me to cook just for one or two people. There is ALWAYS extra. But thankfully we live in a world where there is a plethora of tupperware-like items to choose from. Ohhh…pretty:

Ahh. I love tupperware.

So anyway. I cook alot and often. Back in Boston, my refridgerator (did I spell that right?) was often filled to the gills with random plastic boxes of pastas, veggies, sauces, etc. It seems like a sin to me to throw food away, so I don’t. I just wait for it to get moldy and gross in my fridge and THEN I throw it away. Doesn’t that make sense? I wouldn’t want to, you know, waste good food. Wasting bad food though is another think all together.

Recent Conversation during lunch:
Damir: Sweet, you really are a wonderful person, did you know that?

Me: Oh that’s so nice of you. Why do you say that?

Damir: You always think ahead. You’re always like three steps in front of us.

Me: Um, what do you mean?

Damir: Like
you cook food and keep it in the fridge so it is there to eat all week.
Me: Huh?

You see, in the Damir Family culture they really don’t do leftovers. They cook enough for whomever is eating and the remaining scaps, what little there would be, gets trashed. No tupperware necessary.

So, given my unemployed state of mind, I really started to think about this. Are leftovers so very American? Afterall, Tupperware was invented in 1945 by a dude named Earl Tupper here in the good ole` US of A, Flordia I think.

Recalling the size of my fridge in Amsterdam, which was no larger than most bar refridgerators you’d find in a small college dorm room, I can see why you wouldn’t want to was the precious cool space on old food. Is it a question of space?

Maybe the reticence to over produce comes from experiencing the war they lived through back in Yugoslavia. I would imagine that food, especially fresh vegetables, was in limited supply during the long war in the Balkans. One would have to become accustomed to cooking just what was necessary.

Well, I will have to do some more investigating before I can get to the bottom of this. In the meantime I leave you with hysterical Dutch cartoon which clearly is a satirical commentary on the mass production of food amongst the upper-class:

Hm. Man, I need a job.

Seen and Heard

On a bumper sticker:

“Don’t let the car fool you. My treasure is in Heaven.”

Prez’s Press Conference yesterday:

“Yes, we’ve got some people dancing in the end zone here in Washington, D.C.; they’ve got them measuring their drapes; they’re going over to the Capitol, and saying, my new office looks beautiful, I think I’m going to have this size drape there, or this color.”

On a Soap Opera:

“As Evil as he is, I don’t think he would kill my baby.”

What a strange strange world we live in.

Posted in WTF

Guest Blogger

Arrghhghghghhhh! It’s MY Birthday!!!

I confess… Damir didn’t blog this… I did. Mwahahahahaha.. FOOLED YOU.

Happy Birthday Baby! Dragi Moi!

Just Weight

My friends.

Last night I went to my first weightwatchers meeting since August 9th. More than 2 months! The results? Well, lets just say that I definitely needed to be back there. No, OK. Let me be more honest here. I gained back everything that I had lost…plus a couple extra.

I knew it was bad…I didn’t know it was that bad.

I came home and burst into tears. All that hard work erased like it never happened!! I only have myself to blame. BUT, today is a new day and choices are still mine to make. As my dad signs off every email “Nothing is settled. Everything matters” (an unknown quote).

Float On

I have now come to the realization again that I don’t have a job again. It is hard to get passed that and jump head first into the job pool again. Nothing looks remotely interesting. However, I am still excited about finding the website Indeed.com. This site rocks! Just plug in some keywords and your zipcode and this site does a full search for you: newspapers, job boards (like Monster, Hotjobs and Career Builder, and even Craigslist. They also search smaller, lesser known sites. It makes the job search so much easier. Great idea!

My brain is bored. And when bored, I eat. I had abandoned Weightwatchers while navigating this adjustment, and definitely can tell that I have gained back most of what I lost. It is with a lot of shame I admit that here, but it is the truth. It’s too easy to snack all day long when you aren’t working. And now having a car, I am doing much less random physical activity. I have another 100 or so excuses as to why I have gained back the weight, but I won’t bore you (or me for fear of repurcussions mentioned above) with additional details.

BUT I have found a place nearby where I can get back on the wagon. I am going this afternoon. I am terrified of meeting the scale and finding out how much my downslide really has cost me. But yes! I will face the enemy!

But you know what? I am still giddy with happiness, despite my waistline and unemployment. I feel better than I have in ages. I am even starting to like daytime TV!


Tonight Damir and I are going to see the Empire State Building. Shockingly, neither of us has ever been before. I feel like a litte kid, I am so excited!

One thing I have not been doing lately is taking enough pictures. I used to always have my camera stashed in my purse, but now couldn’t even tell you exactly where it is. Shame! I will definitely take a bunch of pictures tonight.

Easy Come, Easy to Let Go

I quit my job today.

Thanks to everyone who sent encouraging text messages, emails and comments here on the blog. It was the right thing to do. A little rash maybe, but I know I would never have been truly happy there. Why waste time running in place?

I feel nervous about what is to come next, but feel pretty good that it was the right decision.


Is it so much to ask to find a job that I will actually want to get up for every day? Or at least some days?

Prison Break.

I can’t take it.

This work place is simply ridiculous on so many fronts. First, essentially no permitted contact with the outside world. No external email, no internet access, and no personal phone calls. That combined with no windows… it really is a prison!

How about this for ridiculous:

I report to the CEO, Mr. Herman. The person responsible for training me, Myra, just happens to be his wife. But, she also refers to him as “Mr. Herman”. For example:

Me: Myra, those are beautiful pictures of a baby on your cubicle.
Myra: That’s Daisy, Mr. Herman’s grandaughter.


I can’t imagine being 65 working in a cubicle refering to my husband (in his own windowless horribly decorated office) as Mr. So and So. She surfs the internet all day. She has internet. Being the boss’ wife has priveledges. Except you can’t call him by his first name in front of the plebs.

A woman scowled at me yesterday for failing to correctly transfer a call to her properly. Yes, an acutual SCOWL. Nevermind the fact that no one showed me how the phone (or fax or copier or wacky internal network or anything else) works.

No one talks to each other.
No one smiles.
No one looks like they are glad to be there.
The bathroom is grey too.

They introduced me en masse to the team yesterday. This is how it went:

Team Leader: Does anyone else have any searches today? No?
HR Manager: Oh, I forgot, I’d like to introduce our new Corporate Trainer. Everyone, this is Terra. She is our new Corporate Trainer.
(people politely smile without showing their teeth and a few limply wave)
Team Leader: Ok, welcome. Is that all?
HR Manager: Yes.

So I ask you this: what is the fastest you ever quit a job? How much notice do you think I need to give after 2 days of work?