So I haven't written in a few days (channeling Michael Scott: "Dear Diary, I'm sorry I haven't written in a few days, there's been a lot of things to handle (that's what she said). XOXO, Michael Scott"). And I begin with digression. Fantabulous (gummi word....ewww sticky).
I'm writing in the evening, which is new. It may account for my extra random comments. I've been fairly productive the last few days. No, it is not because I turned 30. I hate seeing that on paper. It wasn't so bad; my parents came from Michigan and took me out to lots of meals. I was paraded around Don Pablos in a sombrero (that was only OK because she said I was turning 16). They came to offer mortal support. Yes, mortal support. I had the hardest time turning 30 because I still had 2 things on my to-do list that weren't done before 30; skydiving and getting my SCUBA certification. It was nice to have them around (my parents), and I was able to relax a little bit about my situation in life. We went to church on Sunday and the message was about Minnesota Nice, and how it's not really nice. How things are "fine" with Minnesotans, and living your life with inner flair, like a pepper, rather than having to spice it up like a potato. I get the message, I liked the message, but I'm not searching for prestige or a better job or the next best thing. I'm searching for survival, and to get out of debt. It was still encouraging, though. I enjoyed it.
So my parents left on Monday afternoon after a trip to Ikea and the cafe there. They took the scenic route home, which my mother, at least, does not recommend, on account of the desolation and wildlife. That sounds perfect to me. :) I spent Tuesday back in the saddle, but with a better outlook. I went back to my alma matter and found out what I need to do to finish my degree, and how much it will cost. I could do it in one semester, if I had the money. I'm within 20 credits of an Associates, which I would like to turn in to a Bachelors. I then decided to go into Borders and apply there. I got sidetracked at Williams Sonoma. I walked in and a lovely woman greeted me. I shopped for a few minutes and then asked whether they were hiring. She said they were hiring part time and seasonal Christmas staff in the next couple weeks. I filled out an application and chatted with her for a few minutes. I don't know if I will get it, but it was nice to actually get some face time, rather than putting myself out there hanging, ignored. I did also apply at Borders, but that is all online, and I hang out there again. The "sure thing" had mentioned a possible interview on Thursday, but nothing has been confirmed. It doesn't feel sure. I'm moving on. It's a company of mostly men, and they are slow to do the administrative stuff, I guess (no offense). I've decided it's just not going to happen and move on. If it does happen, yay. If not, well, that's for another day. I am really getting sick of applications. Seriously. The same info, the same numbers and references. The same the same the same. Oh well. Girl's gotta eat.
So I didn't wallow, still not wallowing. I'm 30. Wallowing is easy. You can sit and obsess about stupid things like the way "obsess" doesn't really seem like a word. You can watch 3 movies in a row. You can check facebook all day, and from your phone when you finally decide to get offline. You can research trivial things like what the heck Minnesotans do at a "Booya." Lots of stuff. I've got wallowing down to an art, I don't even need the junkfood anymore. But there are days when wallowing is just not the thing to do. You can still watch movies and research the origin of the "Pandowdy" but it has a purpose (annoying side note: Pandowdy is a dish the first American settlers made. It's like a pie, but halfway through cooking you "dowdy" or smash up the top and mix it in with the inside). You can write an article about it. Put on the Irish music and dance for 20 minutes...as long as no one is home. The point is to not sit and obsess over the unknown. I feel a Donald Rumsfeld quote coming on..."we know the knowns and we know the unknowns, but there is also the unknown unknowns, and we don't know what those are..." There's not much I can do but keep trying. It's not nearly as heart wrenching when you can actually talk to someone. No limbo...well some limbo, but the chance to make an impression.
So there it is. That's what has been going on. There's a lot more in the noggin, but I'll get to it.
Here's the song of the day today (tonight), in honor of sitting here by candlelight and being 30. Cheers!
The Weepies: Nobody Knows Me at All
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Nobody_Knows_Me_At_All/185475
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
How Shaun of the Dead Explains the World.
Today is my 243rd consecutive day without a job. It's not all bad. I've seen a lot of the world this year, all of it new. I've taken up some new hobbies and had fun taking a lot of pictures. It gets harder to enjoy these things when the savings account continues to dwindle well into the "Red Zone" of uneasiness. I'm trying really hard to not worry. Worry doesn't help in this situation, it just exacerbates it (Ed from Shaun of the Dead: "What's that mean?!?"). Shaun of the Dead is a great movie; so many people go through life with the same routine, the same disappointments, the same weaknesses. Those that get the chance to come out of their sleep learn that life is really wonderful. If they can survive the waking. Plus it's super funny.
Yesterday was a perfect example...of why I didn't write. I was in a real mood yesterday, feeling like an absolute loser, and I just didn't know how it was going to come out if I wrote. All these things were exacerbated ("what's that mean?") by the fact that my mouth still hurts from some dental work last week and I got a bill while they're waiting for my insurance. Put that one in the circular file. I spent the morning running down the list of loser-like qualities that I have. I honestly don't think the job thing would be so scary if I weren't turning 30 soon. This led to bigger loser-ish items (sorry for the gummi word). If you look at my life from the point of view of the movie industry, for example, I look pretty darn pathetic. I'm 30 (almost), I don't have a job, my parents can't even plan a birthday party for me because my friends are all over the place, and seem to change every couple of years. The fact that my parents are trying to help me by throwing me a birthday party is so sweet, but for some reason, it keeps making me cry. I may as well be Jay or Silent Bob, sitting on the couch doing nothing or hanging out at the mall looking for chics. You know what I mean; if I were in the movies, I'd be of little consequence or value to the main character, who has a job and a life. Maybe Dupree was a better example. At least Jay and Silent Bob had adventures that resulted in hilarity. This is how I spent my morning yesterday. Good times.
In the middle of one of these pity parties my boyfriend came in. He said all the right things and let me cry some more, then told me I needed to get out of the house. He took me on an errand for work, and we ended up going to 2 different stores. I kept my tears controlled for the most part as we wandered through the first store, which was out of everything he needed (thus 2 stores). It boggles my mind when I walk through these stores. So many of the employees just sit there, zombie like, with their mouths hanging open. Shaun of the Dead got it so right with the zombies; he didn't even know people were zombies because he was acting like one every day with the same routine, etc. I'm watching all these sloppy employees, dressed in wrinkled clothes, staring, mouths open into the wild yonder, and all I can think of is, "How did you get a job? Show me how to be like you." Because they are everywhere. Aaaaaand the nausea returns.
I revisited the Macy's application with my boyfriend. It's basically a psych test of over 400 questions, many repeated to see how you'll answer the same question. Some of them were really situation based, so I would put neutral; In some situations that is appropriate, in some it is not. I think this is where I messed up. I should have taken a stand one way or the other, but some questions were too vague and open ended. I was talking to a friend a while back when I was applying somewhere else with a test like this, and he was like, "just answer how they want to hear, it doesn't matter." Why? Why should I answer like I am a perfect, completely black and white person without flaw? For some answers I will not apologize; I think employers have an obligation to their staff to keep them affirmed and praised, so that retention improves, and they are willing to be part of the team. I think criticism is helpful when delivered with praise, and brought in a team atmosphere, rather than pointing out someone's mistakes and not giving them credit for what they do right. Is this where I went wrong? Do I care?
My brain knows that I am valuable to any company. I know I work hard. I know I can do a lot of different tasks, and be very helpful. My brain knows that if I don't fit the psychological profile at Macy's, I don't want to be there. But here's the kicker. It's my feelings that overrun in these situations. Why wouldn't Macy's want me? Why wouldn't any of these places want me? I was open and honest, as I often am, and I am completely resentful of the way I have to conform, lie, up-sell myself and generally exaggerate my ENTIRE being, so that a company will take a second look at me. Right now, my feelings tell me that I am on my own; no one knows I exist, no one feels I'm worth a 20 minute meeting. Even convicts can get jobs, they even have people to help them. That's not a road I'm willing to travel.
Last night I was up in the middle of the night, again worrying about the future. I can't stop the future, I have no choice but to believe it is going to be good. I've only missed like 2 credit card payments in my life (here's the rundown on my finances...I know I don't get me either: I was an idiot in college with credit cards, a talent I learned from my all-too-useless fiancee (sorry, buddy. You screwed up a lot for me), resulting in credit card debt of over 24,000. In my last position, I got great at money and budgeting, and brought that number down by half. So I'm at half, but that is still a lot for me, especially with no job. So I've been making minimum payments all year, which amounts to about $550 a month, with a consolidation in there also, and gets me nowhere with my debt. That's almost rent for a crappy apartment, or rent with a roomate for a nice place. This is money I loathe paying. All I need is to win a bout 10 grand in the lottery, and pay it all off. I don't even want a million. Just give me 10-20 grand, and I'm set for long enough). If I start missing payments now, I have NO idea what will happen to my pretty credit score, how I will live, etc. it's freaking me out. I've always been that independent girl who figures it all out somehow, but it's not happening right now. Luckily, I have a boyfriend that doesn't mind paying the rent, so all I have to worry about is my crap and putting gas in my car. He doesn't seem to mind, at least when I am sane and not crying because of a midlife crisis at 30 (does that mean I'll only be 60?).
Anyway, these are the thoughts that plague me when I'm not looking. I'm still a human, an American, a smart chic (nobody beats me at Cash Cab), a funny one (looks aren't everything), I can be cute. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!!!
Here are yesterday's scams:
Scam #1:
Transam Associates provides precise medical transcription of voice files that doctors dictate for hospitals, clinics and doctor offices.
Transam Associates also conducts its own training program that prepares individuals for the medical transcription profession. This training is done online in the comfort of your own home. A personal trainer is provided to guide individuals in the training program through a Live Chat environment.
As a recruiter for this national transcription service, I am seeking full-and part-time, home-based medical transcriptionists. We are committed to providing a work environment where medical transcriptionists can grow and be respected for the professionals they are.
This is for entry level individuals and if you are not yet qualified, we'll provide tuition FREE training and a personal trainer that you'll need to become qualified. Once you meet our criteria, which will be defined for you before you begin, you will be certified by us as an
accomplished medical transcriptionist and can begin to work for Transam
Associates, Inc. Our special books and software are required.
There's your scam flag right there!!! I googled this, and it seems to be one of the oldest scams, comes through YahooHotJobs so it looks real. Apparently they just keep you in training, don't give you jobs, and you have to buy their software for $500.00, which is just an audio player.
Scam #2:
Hi Elle,
I came across your contact information and I was wondering if you would be interested in looking into an opportunity that we have available in the Travel Industry. This position can be either Full or Part time so keep in mind, even if you are not interested in a full time position this business makes a great “Plan B” source of extra income into your checking account. Income to pay your car payment, electric bill or even your house payment, etc. Position SummaryLeisure Travel Consultant (LTC) Summary:
As a Leisure Travel Consultant you will be in charge of promoting travel packages and travel club memberships. You will work with cruise lines, resorts, and specialty travel packages from around the world. And, you get paid for it!
I believe this one came from HotJobs also (when you post your resume, it's up for grabs for any jack-hole that wants to screw you over, FYI). When I emailed her back asking for more information, and adding the disclaimer that if there is a startup fee I'm not interested, she emailed me and said before she told me anything, I'd have to send my resume and contact information. HELLO, it's on Hotjobs, where you found me. I googled this one, and apparently you get travel at wholesale prices, but you only make money if you recruit people....pyramid style. *sigh*
So, in honor of a new day and a new search with new hopes, today's song of the day is "Sunshine in a Bag" by the Gorillaz. Well, just the first minute or so.
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Sunshine_In_A_Bag/8789003
Yesterday was a perfect example...of why I didn't write. I was in a real mood yesterday, feeling like an absolute loser, and I just didn't know how it was going to come out if I wrote. All these things were exacerbated ("what's that mean?") by the fact that my mouth still hurts from some dental work last week and I got a bill while they're waiting for my insurance. Put that one in the circular file. I spent the morning running down the list of loser-like qualities that I have. I honestly don't think the job thing would be so scary if I weren't turning 30 soon. This led to bigger loser-ish items (sorry for the gummi word). If you look at my life from the point of view of the movie industry, for example, I look pretty darn pathetic. I'm 30 (almost), I don't have a job, my parents can't even plan a birthday party for me because my friends are all over the place, and seem to change every couple of years. The fact that my parents are trying to help me by throwing me a birthday party is so sweet, but for some reason, it keeps making me cry. I may as well be Jay or Silent Bob, sitting on the couch doing nothing or hanging out at the mall looking for chics. You know what I mean; if I were in the movies, I'd be of little consequence or value to the main character, who has a job and a life. Maybe Dupree was a better example. At least Jay and Silent Bob had adventures that resulted in hilarity. This is how I spent my morning yesterday. Good times.
In the middle of one of these pity parties my boyfriend came in. He said all the right things and let me cry some more, then told me I needed to get out of the house. He took me on an errand for work, and we ended up going to 2 different stores. I kept my tears controlled for the most part as we wandered through the first store, which was out of everything he needed (thus 2 stores). It boggles my mind when I walk through these stores. So many of the employees just sit there, zombie like, with their mouths hanging open. Shaun of the Dead got it so right with the zombies; he didn't even know people were zombies because he was acting like one every day with the same routine, etc. I'm watching all these sloppy employees, dressed in wrinkled clothes, staring, mouths open into the wild yonder, and all I can think of is, "How did you get a job? Show me how to be like you." Because they are everywhere. Aaaaaand the nausea returns.
I revisited the Macy's application with my boyfriend. It's basically a psych test of over 400 questions, many repeated to see how you'll answer the same question. Some of them were really situation based, so I would put neutral; In some situations that is appropriate, in some it is not. I think this is where I messed up. I should have taken a stand one way or the other, but some questions were too vague and open ended. I was talking to a friend a while back when I was applying somewhere else with a test like this, and he was like, "just answer how they want to hear, it doesn't matter." Why? Why should I answer like I am a perfect, completely black and white person without flaw? For some answers I will not apologize; I think employers have an obligation to their staff to keep them affirmed and praised, so that retention improves, and they are willing to be part of the team. I think criticism is helpful when delivered with praise, and brought in a team atmosphere, rather than pointing out someone's mistakes and not giving them credit for what they do right. Is this where I went wrong? Do I care?
My brain knows that I am valuable to any company. I know I work hard. I know I can do a lot of different tasks, and be very helpful. My brain knows that if I don't fit the psychological profile at Macy's, I don't want to be there. But here's the kicker. It's my feelings that overrun in these situations. Why wouldn't Macy's want me? Why wouldn't any of these places want me? I was open and honest, as I often am, and I am completely resentful of the way I have to conform, lie, up-sell myself and generally exaggerate my ENTIRE being, so that a company will take a second look at me. Right now, my feelings tell me that I am on my own; no one knows I exist, no one feels I'm worth a 20 minute meeting. Even convicts can get jobs, they even have people to help them. That's not a road I'm willing to travel.
Last night I was up in the middle of the night, again worrying about the future. I can't stop the future, I have no choice but to believe it is going to be good. I've only missed like 2 credit card payments in my life (here's the rundown on my finances...I know I don't get me either: I was an idiot in college with credit cards, a talent I learned from my all-too-useless fiancee (sorry, buddy. You screwed up a lot for me), resulting in credit card debt of over 24,000. In my last position, I got great at money and budgeting, and brought that number down by half. So I'm at half, but that is still a lot for me, especially with no job. So I've been making minimum payments all year, which amounts to about $550 a month, with a consolidation in there also, and gets me nowhere with my debt. That's almost rent for a crappy apartment, or rent with a roomate for a nice place. This is money I loathe paying. All I need is to win a bout 10 grand in the lottery, and pay it all off. I don't even want a million. Just give me 10-20 grand, and I'm set for long enough). If I start missing payments now, I have NO idea what will happen to my pretty credit score, how I will live, etc. it's freaking me out. I've always been that independent girl who figures it all out somehow, but it's not happening right now. Luckily, I have a boyfriend that doesn't mind paying the rent, so all I have to worry about is my crap and putting gas in my car. He doesn't seem to mind, at least when I am sane and not crying because of a midlife crisis at 30 (does that mean I'll only be 60?).
Anyway, these are the thoughts that plague me when I'm not looking. I'm still a human, an American, a smart chic (nobody beats me at Cash Cab), a funny one (looks aren't everything), I can be cute. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!!!
Here are yesterday's scams:
Scam #1:
Transam Associates provides precise medical transcription of voice files that doctors dictate for hospitals, clinics and doctor offices.
Transam Associates also conducts its own training program that prepares individuals for the medical transcription profession. This training is done online in the comfort of your own home. A personal trainer is provided to guide individuals in the training program through a Live Chat environment.
As a recruiter for this national transcription service, I am seeking full-and part-time, home-based medical transcriptionists. We are committed to providing a work environment where medical transcriptionists can grow and be respected for the professionals they are.
This is for entry level individuals and if you are not yet qualified, we'll provide tuition FREE training and a personal trainer that you'll need to become qualified. Once you meet our criteria, which will be defined for you before you begin, you will be certified by us as an
accomplished medical transcriptionist and can begin to work for Transam
Associates, Inc. Our special books and software are required.
There's your scam flag right there!!! I googled this, and it seems to be one of the oldest scams, comes through YahooHotJobs so it looks real. Apparently they just keep you in training, don't give you jobs, and you have to buy their software for $500.00, which is just an audio player.
Scam #2:
Hi Elle,
I came across your contact information and I was wondering if you would be interested in looking into an opportunity that we have available in the Travel Industry. This position can be either Full or Part time so keep in mind, even if you are not interested in a full time position this business makes a great “Plan B” source of extra income into your checking account. Income to pay your car payment, electric bill or even your house payment, etc. Position SummaryLeisure Travel Consultant (LTC) Summary:
As a Leisure Travel Consultant you will be in charge of promoting travel packages and travel club memberships. You will work with cruise lines, resorts, and specialty travel packages from around the world. And, you get paid for it!
I believe this one came from HotJobs also (when you post your resume, it's up for grabs for any jack-hole that wants to screw you over, FYI). When I emailed her back asking for more information, and adding the disclaimer that if there is a startup fee I'm not interested, she emailed me and said before she told me anything, I'd have to send my resume and contact information. HELLO, it's on Hotjobs, where you found me. I googled this one, and apparently you get travel at wholesale prices, but you only make money if you recruit people....pyramid style. *sigh*
So, in honor of a new day and a new search with new hopes, today's song of the day is "Sunshine in a Bag" by the Gorillaz. Well, just the first minute or so.
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Sunshine_In_A_Bag/8789003
Friday, August 28, 2009
Today is a Good Day to Panic.
I've sent in more resumes, I've called more people in HR offices across Minnesota. Nothing. Wait, that's not true. The job I was most excited about emailed me back with an offer for furthering my education. Seriously, why do these schools think I will choose them when they don't even advertise as schools? I did get 4 calls, each from a different number, all belonging to the "CareerInstitute", who seem to have a monopoly on Jack-Holery. Every time I Google the incoming number, it's already been reported as a harassment number. Glad I'm on their list. At least it's my Google number, so they don't know my real number, and I can mark each call as SPAM, which I love (I feel bad for SPAM, it's not the worst product in the world, but here we've associated it with unwanted fakeness and fake meat. Sorry, SPAM. Sorry, Hawaii. I'll come to the museum to pay my respects :P...yes there is a SPAM museum, you didn't know that? I'm surprised).
It's the rain today; it's heightening my sense of doom. I notice more and more lately that doom never feels the impending me coming on. The rain is reminding me that if I want to curl up on the couch and fall into my PMS headfirst, I totally can. That's not good. How many re-runs of Charmed can I really watch? I will not make that batch of brownies, pulled out for such an occasion. No, I will go volunteer with my friend today, as planned. I like volunteering; gets me out of my head. Usually. There are some times when I meet a friend for a walk, or ride along while they shop or meet for lunch, that everywhere I go, I think, "Could I work here? I wonder if they're hiring. Can I see myself here? I wonder what they pay." This impending need to work is seeping into every part of my psyche. I wonder if it's my fault; if I just have a talent for finding the fake stuff, because the fake stuff looks like fun. That's got to be it. Jerks.
Yesterday I met with a dear dear friend in a wonderful part of St. Paul; the Crocus Hill/Grand Avenue area. We had a lovely fresh lunch at SHISH, a Middleastern/Greek place (highly recommended for their menu art alone, as well as the fantastic food), then walked around Grand Avenue for a while, as I am wont to do. I would love to work in one of the quirky little shops in that area, most disguised as houses. My friend and I talked about ourselves the right amount, laughed with each other at our mutual klutzery, and discussed a topic we often discuss: words and phrases. She is unwilling to use any phrase that she doesn't know the origin. She wouldn't use the phrase "white noise" until I looked it up for her. Also, there was a whole discussion about the phrase "picking your brain" that we had to work through. This is why we're such good friends; I love the nerdy research and trivia, and she loves the results. We started talking about words that don't belong in the English language. Ginormous. The embarrassing way Americans abbreviate everything, as if we're too lazy to say an entire word. As we talked, she commented that these words seem so childlike and young. As she said this, we saw a gummi worm on the pavement. We decided then and there, partly by accident that we would make a list of "Gummi Words" that irritate us and banish them from our vocabulary. I don't know where the list will be, but I like the idea.
So today I meet another friend, and we go do volunteer work. I am pumped about that. It'll be fun. We're doing Hoops for Hunger, packing 300,000 meals for starving people everywhere. I was so concerned by the Hoops part, when it's packing food. I think b/c it's in a sports center? I don't know, we'll have to find out. It's sponsored by the Lynx, which are a women's basketball team. That might be it. We're having a discussion about where we'll meet and where it actually is. Darn the Twin Cities for having more than one stadium!
Well, it's all sorted, we're good to go. We'll be in Minneapolis today, rather than St. Paul. When I moved here, I told myself I would be one of those people who likes both cities, not one or the other. But alas, it's true, you gravitate toward one city, whether you choose to or not. They are so different; Minneapolis is trendy and pricey, and St Paul has the classic architecture, the free stuff, the family stuff. I am a St. Paulian. I go to Minneapolis, when I need to :) It's not that I don't like it, I just prefer the laid back outdoorsier St. Paul (no offense, Lake Calhoun, I know you're very popular). Today I drink my tea to the volunteers. Cheers!
Today's Song of the Day is "When I Go" by Slow Club. I don't know why, the cadence just fits today.
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/When_I_Go/21337684
It's the rain today; it's heightening my sense of doom. I notice more and more lately that doom never feels the impending me coming on. The rain is reminding me that if I want to curl up on the couch and fall into my PMS headfirst, I totally can. That's not good. How many re-runs of Charmed can I really watch? I will not make that batch of brownies, pulled out for such an occasion. No, I will go volunteer with my friend today, as planned. I like volunteering; gets me out of my head. Usually. There are some times when I meet a friend for a walk, or ride along while they shop or meet for lunch, that everywhere I go, I think, "Could I work here? I wonder if they're hiring. Can I see myself here? I wonder what they pay." This impending need to work is seeping into every part of my psyche. I wonder if it's my fault; if I just have a talent for finding the fake stuff, because the fake stuff looks like fun. That's got to be it. Jerks.
Yesterday I met with a dear dear friend in a wonderful part of St. Paul; the Crocus Hill/Grand Avenue area. We had a lovely fresh lunch at SHISH, a Middleastern/Greek place (highly recommended for their menu art alone, as well as the fantastic food), then walked around Grand Avenue for a while, as I am wont to do. I would love to work in one of the quirky little shops in that area, most disguised as houses. My friend and I talked about ourselves the right amount, laughed with each other at our mutual klutzery, and discussed a topic we often discuss: words and phrases. She is unwilling to use any phrase that she doesn't know the origin. She wouldn't use the phrase "white noise" until I looked it up for her. Also, there was a whole discussion about the phrase "picking your brain" that we had to work through. This is why we're such good friends; I love the nerdy research and trivia, and she loves the results. We started talking about words that don't belong in the English language. Ginormous. The embarrassing way Americans abbreviate everything, as if we're too lazy to say an entire word. As we talked, she commented that these words seem so childlike and young. As she said this, we saw a gummi worm on the pavement. We decided then and there, partly by accident that we would make a list of "Gummi Words" that irritate us and banish them from our vocabulary. I don't know where the list will be, but I like the idea.
So today I meet another friend, and we go do volunteer work. I am pumped about that. It'll be fun. We're doing Hoops for Hunger, packing 300,000 meals for starving people everywhere. I was so concerned by the Hoops part, when it's packing food. I think b/c it's in a sports center? I don't know, we'll have to find out. It's sponsored by the Lynx, which are a women's basketball team. That might be it. We're having a discussion about where we'll meet and where it actually is. Darn the Twin Cities for having more than one stadium!
Well, it's all sorted, we're good to go. We'll be in Minneapolis today, rather than St. Paul. When I moved here, I told myself I would be one of those people who likes both cities, not one or the other. But alas, it's true, you gravitate toward one city, whether you choose to or not. They are so different; Minneapolis is trendy and pricey, and St Paul has the classic architecture, the free stuff, the family stuff. I am a St. Paulian. I go to Minneapolis, when I need to :) It's not that I don't like it, I just prefer the laid back outdoorsier St. Paul (no offense, Lake Calhoun, I know you're very popular). Today I drink my tea to the volunteers. Cheers!
Today's Song of the Day is "When I Go" by Slow Club. I don't know why, the cadence just fits today.
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/When_I_Go/21337684
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