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    Thursday, December 28, 2006
    A Crazy Christmas Story
    It started out innocently enough. A good morning here and there. A how are you thrown in for effect. He was one of the things I loved about my neighborhood. Or really, he was the embodiment of what I loved about my neighborhood. Friendly, affable, not at all the stereotypical New York asshole.

    One day I walked by with my Sox hat on. He immediately made a comment.

    "Uh oh, a Sox fan in Brooklyn?" Upon seeing my defenses go up, he broke into the wide smile I had come to know and laughed about our shared hatred of the Yankees. It seems he was a Mets fan.

    Well me being me, that of course meant that from that point forward, Jose and I needed to talk sports every morning. I'd mention something I heard on Mike and Mike, he'd counter with something he'd read in the Post. This went on for months.

    And then, early this week, he stopped me. "I've got something for you, be sure to stop by tonight and pick it up." Befuddled, I smiled, said OK, and walked away. And then proceeded to forget to pick it up for three straight days.

    Not tonight though. No, tonight I was going to get whatever was coming to me. I assumed holiday card. MAYBE a small trinket. I mean, hell, Jose and I only exchange a few words a day, as I am juggling my purse, my cigarette, and my coffee on my way to the subway. Besides, he's not even the super of MY building. He's the super of a building on my street. What in the hell could he have for me to pick up other than some tiny "Happy Holidays" kind of thing?

    Oh, it was so much more than that. As I walked into the lobby of the building, the old man with the gold tooth who watches the door at night smiled and shook his head. "This has been waiting for you!" And out from behind the desk he brings a HUGE pink bag, filled with a large gift box. He proceeds to give me a big hug, wish me a happy new year, and send me on my way, nearly running to my apartment and laughing the whole way. What in the hell had Jose done?

    He'd bought me a Red Sox jersey.

    Yes, you read that right. A Red Sox jersey. The super. Of a building I don't even live in.

    Here's a picture of it. I've actually never seen a jersey like it. (picture taken off of an ebay posting ... it was all I could find).
    I've been laughing ever since. I mean, you can't make this shit up, right? I used to joke that men didn't buy me drinks in bars (they don't). This is WAY better. Barnard Boy better watch out, Jose seems to be gunning for his position! ;)

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    posted by FINY @ Thursday, December 28, 2006   4 comments
    Wednesday, December 27, 2006
    A Year In Review: Posts and Pictures

    I Got Fired:
    It's funny how we define ourselves by our careers. I'm an Assistant Editor. She's a doctor, he's an actor. Upon first meeting someone one of the automatic questions is: "What do you do?" In approximately five weeks I will no longer have an answer to that question.

    I Got Drunk, and I Got a New Job:
    I awoke yesterday with, quite possibly, the worst hangover of my life. My head hurt, I threw up, and I generally felt like I was going to die. Wednesday had been my last day, as I had noted before, and after an interview for a sales representative job, I met up with 10 of my good friends at one of my favorite bars both to drown my sorrows and celebrate the end of what had turned into five weeks of torture.

    I Started Asking Questions:
    When you live in New York for almost four years you become accustomed to people asking you for change. It happens on the subways, in front of stores, on random street corners. There’s one guy on the R line who recites poetry, there’s a singing trio on the L, the list goes on and on. Mainly you tune them out. Or quickly appraise that your change isn’t actually going to help certain people do anything other than buy their next jug of cheap vodka. Rarely these days does anyone get past the steely New York exterior that is created by my look at the ground and listen to my iPod mentality.

    I Went To Camden Yards:
    That’s right, in just a few short hours I will be hopping on a bus to head down to DC. Tonight, Jarid, The Welshman and I will be staying with our friend Mat in DC before heading to the Sox game at Camden Yards tomorrow (It’s a really good thing that the Twin isn’t the jealous type seeing as how I am about to spend a weekend away with three guys). I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am. The first weekend of the season and I’m already going to games. God I’m a lucky girl!

    I Started Getting Over It:
    She closes the door behind him and slumps
    down on the floor, broken. She tries to catch her breath and can’t; in between the sobs she gasps and wonders. She listens for the downstairs door to close. It clicks. She picks up the phone.

    I Met The Definition Of A "Clinger":
    Yup that's right, another wedding, another applicable Wedding Crashers quote. Though I'll admit I have no idea if the following story involves a virgin, but the clinger thing? Well, read on. Welcome back to the world of Single Finy Dating stories everyone. Who knew it would only take a month for them to start up again.

    I Came Out Of The Blogging Closet:
    For those of you who have followed this blog for a while, you'll know that there are certain people in my "real world" life who never knew about it. A while back I uncovered myself to my family, to some of my friends, and I did't come up against the best reaction in the world. And in retrospect, I completely understand that.

    I Got Back Together With The Twin:
    I have two rules when it comes to break ups.

    I Went To A DMB Concert At Fenway:
    Well, I survived ... barely. It was quite the weekend in Boston, here's the illustrated story: The Welshman and I arrived in Boston around noon, dropped our stuff off with a friend of his we were staying with, and headed out on the town. Our first stop? 21st Amendment on Beacon Hill.

    I Wrote The Post That Is Now The Most Googled On My Entire Blog … God I'm Proud:
    Ok ladies, it's time I speak up, I can't be the only one who has this problem. Show some solidarity, and let me know I'm not alone. Or, make fun of me mercilessly. Whichever.

    I Had A Birthday:
    Just because I turned 26 yesterday was clearly no reason to act like it. The Twin's surpise outing? A trip to Coney Island!! After lamenting earlier in the week that batting cages in the NYC area are a scarce, The Twin took it upon himself to bring me to the closest one. Well, I don't know if it's the closest, but it's DEFINITELY the most fun.

    I Talked Around A Fire:
    Whenever a group of friends gathers every year, wether it be on a river, at a concert, or even just at a bar, certain traditions are bound to begin. For my high school friends, the tradition IS the trip. Every year we gather at a Dave Matthews Band concert in Boston. For the college friends that I just took a trip with, the traditions are many. Friday night is supposed to be the calmest of the parties (though it's never anything close to calm). The first person to pass out must get written on. Chipotle must be had for lunch on Sunday afternoon. These are just a few. Some of the others aren't so "Mom" friendly.

    I Rejected The Month Outright:
    From here on out, I will no longer acknowledge the existence of the month of September. Let's take a quick recap of my month thus far:
    * Moved into an apartment over-run by cockroaches.
    * Got dumped.
    and now we can add a third to the list:
    *Had purs
    e stolen.

    I Retold Stories Of My Grandfather:
    A massive B29 Bomber sits on the tarmac. Across the concrete comes a soldier carrying a brown paper bag containing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an orange. My grandfather's lunch. As he begins to eat his meager meal he shouts to his crewmates. He is sectioned off in the plane's tail. The Peggy B, named after the pilot's wife.

    I Had An Inauspicious Start:
    Certain people fascinate me, and she was absolutely one of them. sitting on a folding chair smoking a cigarette, her frizzy grey curls forming a halo of hair around her head. She wore a mauve mock turtle neck, paired with the type of jeans you just know had an elastic waistband. And all around her were twenty-something women in varying states of undress; each of them teasing their hair, adjusting their break-your-ankle heels, painting on their makeup, or examining their exposed breasts.

    I Voted:
    Well, I have to admit it, I am glad I told so many people that I was participating in Nanowrimo; it's kept me motivated at the times when all I could think was, holy hell, how in the world am I going to be able to get this done. But the emails, the phone calls, the instant messages, the comments, all asking how it's going have been just the fire under my ass that I needed. Overall, it's going ok. I'm somewhere around 8,000 words, which is a bit below pace, but I can make it up this weekend.

    I Remembered What It Was Like:
    Christmas always brings with it a feeling of youth. Memories of waiting up for Santa Claus. Swearing you could hear the reindeer on the roof. Leaving out milk and cookies. Trying your best not to taunt your siblings for fear that St. Nick would see you and put you on the "naughty" list and leave you only a lump of coal in your stocking. And that feeling of magic when you woke up Christmas morning to a pile of presents that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. It's a holiday geared towards children and that child-like innocence.


    posted by FINY @ Wednesday, December 27, 2006   3 comments
    The Beginning of ... The Beginning
    In just a few short hours I will walk into the office and start taking things down off the walls, packing up boxes, and wrapping up projects. By Friday, the office will be clear, my inbox inexistent. I'll be gone. In a way, today feels like the beginning of the end.

    But in a completely separate way, it feels like the right time for this to be happening. December is a time of year when we all reflect on the past twelve months and look ahead to what lays waiting for us in the coming year. With the start of 2007 comes a completely different way of life for me. Sure the unemployment thing scares the bejezus out of me, but hey, at least now I'll be searching for jobs from the comfort of my favorite arm-chair, sipping on my coffee, while in my PJs! Instead of while in the office pretending to do work. And I am sure eventaully there will be interviews, and freelancing gigs to fill up my time.

    Yeah, this is going to be a-ok. But someone quote me on that in a few weeks when I'm going stir crazy and am in a fit of hysterics ok? Great, thanks.


    posted by FINY @ Wednesday, December 27, 2006   3 comments
    Sunday, December 24, 2006
    T'was The Night Before Christmas
    Christmas always brings with it a feeling of youth. Memories of waiting up for Santa Claus. Swearing you could hear the reindeer on the roof. Leaving out milk and cookies. Trying your best not to taunt your siblings for fear that St. Nick would see you and put you on the "naughty" list and leave you only a lump of coal in your stocking. And that feeling of magic when you woke up Christmas morning to a pile of presents that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. It's a holiday geared towards children and that child-like innocence.

    But as I sat tonight, on Christmas Eve, wrapping gifts for family and friends, I realized that I might just take more joy in Christmas now that I am older. Listening to "Santa Baby" (which is so clearly an adult song ... "hurry down the chimney tonight"? Come on try and tell me that's not a euphamism for something decidedly un-child-friendly ...) I smiled as I imagined everyone opening the gifts I had chosen for them. I spent way too much this year, but didn't even give a thought to the fact that I spent outside my means because I truly take joy for giving presents to my loved ones that I know will make them happy.

    It's no longer about what is the shiniest, what's the coolest toy, or comparing your gifts when you get back to school from Christmas break. Christmas as an adult is about sharing time with your loved ones. Taking a moment to remind your friends and family how much they really mean to you. Sure it's become commercialized, and sure we shouldn't need a holiday to remember to cherish what is simple and beautiful in our lives, but isn't it better that we at least do it once a year than never at all?

    Tomorrow my brother, my parents, and I will sit in the same places in our living room as we have for as long as I can remember. My brother's presents will be on the left side of the tree, and he'll open them one at a time while sitting in an arm chair that gets used basically only on this day. My presents will be in the center, and I'll sit cross-legged in the middle of the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper and ribbons. My parents gifts will be off in a corner to the right, next to the fireplace and all three of our stockings, and as they have every year, they will sit on the couch and refuse to open their presents until my brother and I are done with ours. We'll laugh at the gag gifts, and at my father's attempts to buy my mother clothing. But the difference now that my brother and I are grown is that we can show our appreciation directly to our parents. Instead of just sitting in awe and wondering how Santa knows us so well, we can smile at Mom and Dad and thank them in earnest. And in turn, our gifts to them are no longer made out of necessity. Class assignments in Crayola crayon (though let's be honest, we know our parents still miss the days of gifts made out of cardboard. Quick side-note, either last year or the year before, I forget which, my friend Meegan threw a holiday party in which we made our own plates. You know the kind, you draw a picture with special markers on round pieces of special paper and send it into the company and just a few weeks later receive a special made plastic dish with your design. On mine, I outlined my hand, elementary school style. And around it, I wrote "The print may be larger, but the hand is still your baby's. Merry Christmas. Love, Finy". Of course my mother cried, which was my intention all along). Instead our gifts have a knowledge of our loved ones behind them. A genuine thought to what would make them happy.

    Sure the magic of Christmas as a child is wonderful. It's fantastic to see a kid's face light up when they see the tree on Christmas morning. Being six years younger than I, I used to love watching my brother find his presents in the morning. But I'll still take Christmas as an adult over that any day. I appreciate it more now. And I wouldn't change that for the world.

    Merry Christmas, everyone. Thank you for spending these past twelve months with me. And know that I appreciate each and every one of you.

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    posted by FINY @ Sunday, December 24, 2006   6 comments
    Monday, December 18, 2006
    Happy Holidays, Here's Your Pink Slip
    Well, it's official. December 29th is my last day on the job.

    I thought it was going to feel better than this. But then again, I thought there was the possibility that I would have a job lined up, and I don't. And I wish people would stop saying "But you knew this was coming ..." because honestly? Forewarning does not make being unemployed feel any better. Being laid-off feels shitty any time. Maybe moreso since it's the holidays.

    I've now lost my job twice in the span of a year. The last time I was lucky, I was offered my current position just 18 hours after my last day. This time I am not optimistic. Sure I've been on interviews, sure I've got prospects. None of that makes being laid off feel any better. I know that financially I'll be ok. I know that I'll find something eventually. I know that I'll land on my feet, I always do. But you know what? I'm sick to death of HAVING to land on my feet.

    I was listening to Sarah Mclachlan's Wintersong cd this morning on my way to work. There's a line in "River" that feels very appropriate at the moment:

    "I wish I had a river, I could skate away on ..."


    posted by FINY @ Monday, December 18, 2006   5 comments
    Friday, December 15, 2006
    I got nothing
    My brain is fried. But the highlight of my week? By FAR? Anna Quindlen served me eggs last night. Yup, that's right people, a best selling author served me breakfast. Why? Oh, well, I went to Midnight Breakfast at Barnard with Barnard Boy last night and along with the Deans, Profs., staff, etc. serving all manner of morning food, Barnard alumnus Anna Quindlen was in attendance. I didn't even want eggs to be honest. I'd had three cups of coffee and far too many cookies. I just wanted to be in her presence. Like her proximity to me would somehow make my writing better. Plus, hell, it's a good story.

    Anyway, since the blog has sucked of late, I am calling for audience participation. A friend of mine posted this on myspace and some of the responses received were hilarious, so I am trying it out on you guys. You can post your answers in the comments section, or email them to me (my email address is listed in the right menu). Lame and stupid? Yeah, but knowing some of you, some of these answers could be pretty freaking funny.

    I want to know 20 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. JUST REPLY.And people....make it interesting please :)

    1.Your Full Name:
    2. Age:
    3. Single or Taken:
    4. Favorite Movie:
    5. Favorite Song:
    6. Favorite Band/Artist:
    7. Dirty or Clean:
    8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

    1. Do we know each other outside of the blogosphere?
    2. Whats your philosophy on life?
    3. Would you have my back in a fight?
    4. Whats one thing you always wanted to tell me?
    5. What is your favorite memory of us?
    6. Would you give me a kidney?
    7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
    8. Have you ever had a fantasy about me?
    9. Do you have a picture of the two of us?
    10. How did we meet?
    11. Have you ever been to my house?
    12. Do you think I'm a good person?
    13. Would you drive across country with me?
    14. Do you think I'm attractive?
    15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
    16. What do you wear to sleep?
    17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
    18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
    19. When is the next time we will see each other?
    20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?


    posted by FINY @ Friday, December 15, 2006   13 comments
    Tuesday, December 12, 2006
    Brain Dump Part ... 23475
    Really isn't everything I post here a brain dump? I've used that title so many times I don't even know what number I'm on now. So on with the brain dump:

    * The interviews are going well. I had a second interview with one organization yesterday that included a writing test and providing them with writing samples (shockingly none of which I took from here). Today is the second interview for the position that I am REALLY excited about, so keep your fingers crossed for me.

    * An unexpected up-side to the interview process? I had to go out and buy a new suit. Now, spending all that money, not so much fun. But on the whole, I tend to hate shopping. Seriously, I hate it more than most things. But shopping for a suit? Holy hell is that fun! I'm serious, it's fantastic. There's something about putting on a really nice suit. You feel so polished, so accomplished, so ... professional. Sure I wouldn't want to wear one every day, but a night of trying various suits on was actually quite a bit of fun!

    * The holiday season is officially kicking my ass though. Between the interviews, the job hunt, trying to still be productive in my current position, the increase in social engagements because of the time of year, the shopping, the card writing ... I'm stretched a little thin. Ok, a lot thin. To the point that there's the possibility that I had a teensy weensy break down while in Maine with my family this weekend that carried over into my Monday. The Holiday Blues have taken themselves to a whole other level with me this year, and I attribute most of it to the stress of trying to look for a new job while in the middle of one of the most chaotic months of the year. I'm really looking forward to 2007 at this point.

    * Speaking of 2007, let's talk about what my 2007 Red Sox are going to look like. Oh wait, I really couldn't tell you. Are we going to get Matsusaka? Did I even spell that right? Do I even care? This offseason has really frustrated me. I mean, the offseason always does, I hate the rumors, the whispers, the hey-this-could-be-true shit. But this season it seems like the Red Sox, and really the MLB in general, are throwing money around like it's just paper with no value attached. What happened to the days of the Sox farm system being the top priority? Of homegrown talent? Of small-name deals instead of blockbuster salaries? The Sox are moving in a direction I am not entirely comfortable with, to be honest. I'm going to miss guys like Trot. And it'd be nice to have a shortstop stick around for more than a season. I guess we'll see how this all shakes out, but I'm not feeling totally confident in my hometown team.

    * I never told you about the second Ryan Adams show! Great set list, but holy hell was the audience annoying! To the point that he cut the show short because people kept yelling at him to play certain songs. Now, I understand that people do this from time to time, but not only was it constant, RA actually told them to stop doing it multiple times. It was bad enough that it even started pissing ME off and it's not even like I'm a huge Ryan Adams fan.

    Ok, I think that's it for now, hope you're all having a great Tuesday!

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    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, December 12, 2006   3 comments
    Friday, December 08, 2006
    Leaving On A Jet Plane
    What a week. Two Ryan Adams concerts. Two interviews (both of which went very well, thank you for all your well wishes. I've got a writing test for one on Monday, and I just sent the second organization the writing samples they requested at the end of the interview, so keep those fingers crossed). It's been packed that's for sure. And today I head to Brunswick, ME to visit my little brother at Bowdoin College. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!


    posted by FINY @ Friday, December 08, 2006   2 comments
    Wednesday, December 06, 2006
    Christmas Come Early

    Well, sort of. My Christmas present for Barnard Boy, a ridiculously large Ryan Adams fan, was two tickets to the show last night at Town Hall. I gave them to him with the stipulation that he was in no way required to take me to see the show. See, Adams played Monday night, which BB went to alone, last night, and also tonight. Four of us already had tickets to tomorrow's show and while I like Ryan Adams, two nights in a row wasn't necessary. But apparently no one else could make it so to my first of two shows I went.

    It was a fantastic show. Now, I'll readily admit to being a casual fan of Ryan Adams. I may know Gold like the back of my hand, but the rest? Not so much. Barnard Boy is trying to change that, but hey, a girl can only learn so quick. Still, I loved every minute of the show. Norah Jones opened up, and later joined Ryan for a duet on "Dear John" that was just absolutely beautiful. "Nobody Girl", "Harder Now That It's Over", and "Firecracker" were played, which made me feel less ... um, well Ryan-Adams-stupid is the best way to put it I guess. You can see the full set-list, and a video of the "Dear John" performance here.

    Now, Barnard Boy and many others had told me about Ryan's stage presence wackiness. Last night he walked onto the stage in 6 inch black pleather knee high platform boots, jeans that appeared as if they had been painted on him, and a ponytail sticking straight out of the top of his head a la Pebbles from the Flintstones. I seriously would have broken both ankles before even taking a step in those boots. But I loved the fact that he and the band spoke to the audience so much. He's an engaging stage presence that's for sure.

    One last note before I head off to get ready for my interview this afternoon, I still feel a little weird watching concerts in venues that have seats. I'm more of a stand up and bounce kinda show goer myself, so sitting down through an entire concert always feels, stifled. Towards the end a bunch of people were standing up in back, as a matter of fact one of them even yelled at everyone else for being yuppies and sitting down all night (which I was alternately offended by and loved all at the same time) and a large part of me wishes the entire crowd had done that all night, but I guess that's just not the way venues like this operate.

    Oh, I lied, that wasn't the last note, the last note is that the people sitting in front of Barnard Boy? Annoyed the HELL out of both of us. The talked through the entire show, which made for a lot of shifting in our seats in order to continue to see the stage. But when they weren't talking she was raising her hands above her head to clap or snap along like she was the biggest fan at the show. Um, if that's the case sweetie, shut the hell up and WATCH. And you know it's bad when you piss off someone who's favorite Ryan Adams song is "Gonna Make You Love Me".


    posted by FINY @ Wednesday, December 06, 2006   2 comments
    Monday, December 04, 2006
    The Ups and Downs of the Internet Age
    Most of you reading this blog right now are children of the internet age. We apply for jobs on the internet, talk to friends on the internet, we pay our bills, buy gifts, in some cases even do our grocery shopping on the internet (yay Fresh Direct!). We marvel at how long it must have taken to do the most mundane things before the advent of the electronic age. It's a beautiful thing.

    But it has its ups and downs as do most technological breakthroughs I guess. Personal communication is less, personal. Emails have replaced phone calls to friends. Letters, actual written letters, barely even exist anymore. But at the same time the amount of knowledge at our fingertips these days is incredible. And the internet can connect people from all over the world, expose them to things they never would have been exposed to before. I interviewed a woman in Baghdad back in the early part of 2006, and it was an incredible experience. And something that never would have happened had email not existed.

    And then there are blogs. I've mentioned before that they have their pitfalls, and I've known that all along. Anyone who blogs knows that it is opening themselves up to the good, the bad, and the ugly. Nine times out of ten, the good out-weighs the bad. I love my readers, some of whom I know in real life and some of whom I've never met. It's a fun hobby to have, it keeps me writing, and I love it. There have been times it's caused me problems, before I really knew the kinds of repercussions that came with blogging. MM and I went through one of the rockiest parts of our friendship because of this space. Other friends have mocked me for it. Coworkers read it and pretended they didn't just to discuss it behind my back.

    What not everyone realizes is that I can track who reads here. That's freaky and big brother-ish I know, but sitemeter doesn't actually give you all that many details. All you really get is an IP address. But from that I can usually tell who the people I know are. Company names usually appear in the report if it is attached to that company's IP address. So I know when The Twin stops by, when certain friends stop in, when former coworkers appear. And I honestly don't care. I mean who of us hasn't looked at an ex's myspace page after a break-up. Or googled the name of someone they're interested in? It is, again, a part of the internet age we live in. Like it or not, what I put out there can be read by anyone.

    What I don't understand, what I'll never understand, is people who read what I write here, and then lie about it. And expect it not to get back to me. As if it's not all there. In black and white. I learned my lesson a long time ago, not to use people's names, not to talk about anything too personal unless I know someone won't mind, or unless it's about me. And with the level of anonymity I employ here, you'd have to know the details of my day-to-day life in order to figure out who people are. And even then very few people would be able to figure out, say, which of my married friend couples are going through some problems right now as I mentioned a few posts back. I would never put anyone else's secrets out there. I'm not that kind of person.

    So today, when I received and email from a friend, explaining to me that there had been talk of something that hadn't actually appeared here, never would have appeared here, that I got pissed. I got really, honest to God angry. One of the thoughts that ran through my head was Why are these people, who are no longer a part of my life because they chose not to be, even still reading here. And why are they talking about it. It's not like I'm some public figure to gossip about, some celebrity to rag on in the tabloids or something of course I was going off the deep end with that analogy, but I was angry and my emotions were getting the most of my head.

    Because the thing is even while I am not a celebrity, while I'm not even a very popular blogger, hell this place only gets about a hundred readers a day, to those hundred people, I am sort of a public figure. People who read here can say whatever they want about the decisions I make, the way I live my life, the things I say.

    But to those people who started shit today? And you know who you are, remember this: You can have your opinions, you can continue your voyeuristic readership, you can laugh at me, you can judge me, that's fine, I willingly leave myself open to that. What you CAN'T do is blame me for shit I didn't do because you can't own up to what you did. This site is cached and backed up, and I've got written proof of everything that goes down here and so do about a hundred other people who read me. So try as you might to use me as a scapegoat, you can't do it, and you just wind up looking petty and small for trying.


    posted by FINY @ Monday, December 04, 2006   15 comments
    Getting in the Holiday Spirit

    I know the picture is blurry, but I had had a glass of egg nog and it's a camera phone so what can you expect? But I had to share, I am just so excited that I got my Christmas tree this weekend. Barnard Boy and I spent the weekend decorating it, listening to Christmas music, and watching movies such as Rudolph. With the dip in temperatures to winter like numbers (finally), it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in the Finy household, and I couldn't be happier about it!


    posted by FINY @ Monday, December 04, 2006   5 comments
    Friday, December 01, 2006
    The End of Nanowrimo ... or: How Real Life Got In The Way

    35,372. That's as far as I got. Part of me is supremely disappointed, another part of me is just happy to be writing again. Happy to have found a project that I am emotionally and intellectually excited by. Overjoyed to have found characters I enjoy. And frankly amazed that it took me this long to feel that spark again.

    In the end, my work situation was what did me in. My down time now is devoted to the job hunt. Writing resumes, cover letters, etc. Actually, if you factor all of the things I've written in the last month into my word count: this blog, the letters, etc. I've probably well exceeded the 50K goal. Just not on one project ;).

    Any suggestions on looking for a new position would be greatly appreciated. I am currently using:
    HigherEdJobs (cause hey, why not try to get a job AND a free Masters?)
    plus various company emploment opportunity webpages. I've sent out emails to my friends, former employers, and family. I've posted resumes online. I've done everything I can possibly think of. Landing my current position ended up being a complete stroke of luck. A friend I hadn't talked to in ages worked here and saw a "Please Help Me" posting I put up on myspace. I don't know that I am going to be that lucky this time. So any advice, what to do, what to avoid, where to go, etc. Would be greatly GREATLY appreciated. The idea of being unemployed in NYC right after the holidays is not an appealing thought.

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