Banned from Work by Bedbugs

As funny as it might sound, which really you must admit it does, I have been asked to stay away from my work place to sort out my insect situation in my apartment. Please refrain from thinking that I have an infestation due to personal or property hygiene malfunctions because it is not true. Yesterday I was frantically scratching two bug bites on my arm and in a humorous manner expressed that I thought I might have bed bugs. Well let me tell you, in New York there is nothing humorous about that statement (I have only been here two years…cut me some slack!) because it a matter of seconds my boss was in my office sending me home till i have two exterminators examine my apartment. For those of you who don't know me well…wait I have about three readers and you all know me extremely well…saying that I am a worrywart is a mild understatement. Upon returning to my apartment I changed my sheets, thoroughly cleaned my bedroom and decided that I would wake up on the hour every hour from 2am till 5am to see if the bed bugs were really manifesting in my little abode. Well you can all breathe a sigh of relief….NO BUGS!…just Sookie trying to sleep on my face in the 90 degree hot box of a bedroom in which I currently reside.

I was still not allowed to return to the office today because it appears that my boss is more anal than I am. So what else is a girl to do when it is beautiful outside and she has a free day…wander aimlessly through NYC. Admittedly, I truly enjoyed having the past two days to spend by myself and I have been lucky enough to meet with two people whom are both very dear in my life. Through these encounters once we all got over the hilarity of being banned from work because of bugs, and had consumed a punchbowl of rum with one friend and a pitcher of sangria with the other the same topic was brought up.

What happened to my blog? I gave the standard response that I have been busy and nothing that exciting has happened in my life. Rebuttals abound such as- how about your trip to London, or stealing an entire mini bar after breaking in to the penthouse suite at the Standard, or crashing the Nylon magazine party and proceeding to tell the Editor in Chief that you indeed had no right or welcome there. Chuckling to myself I realized that I did have some really great moments over the past few months, but I was unsure of how to articulate them on paper.Yet, this morning my friend sent me a message that since I had nothing to do today I might as well blog so here we are.

I worry that sometimes my postings might not be that entertaining to everyone but really isn't a blog for yourself anyways, it is the same as stupid facebook status updates and tweeting and foursquare we all just want to throw ourselves out there for social validation when we merely want it from ourselves. Okay I do admit that that statement is really not that true and is trying to cover up what I am really needing to say. When we are passionate about something and we truly put our work out there it is nerve wracking. So please bear with me, I am going to attempt to start regularly posting on this blog, some days it might be funny and other days it might suck, but all in all there will be something for you to read whilst you are avoiding working.

Perhaps the bug injected some sense into me or at least withdrew enough blood to make me lightheaded and sit here and write!

Winter Rejuvenation

As I finish the first month of 2010 I would like to take a brief pause to analyze just how much has changed in these short weeks. The first new edition to my life was a cat. After finding the cat, whom is named Sookie ( I guess it has a television show reference) under a car one evening while inebriated, my coworker since then decided he did not want to keep it. Reluctantly, I accepted to watch this cat while he was away in Morocco and through the two weeks of being helplessly clawed, bitten, and finding peed strewn clothing, I fell in love. Sookie is a marvelous companion, besides her waking me up nightly at 3:41 am and demanding food or when she gets angry and just decides to pee on the floor she is a positive addition to the Cullen on Clinton Clan.

Another radical addition was my Christmas gift of a brand new computer. It is hard to imagine not having had a computer since July 2008, but it did allow me to get a large dependency on my Blackberry (good thing? debatable). Once I finally learned how to find the writing application on the Mac I added blogging to my short list of New Year's Resolutions and once I decided that merely writing the list did not satisfy fulfillment I engaged in concurring my goals. Primarily, I decided I wanted to get back into reading and once I finished "The Widow Clicquot" by Tilar Mazzeo, I moved to my next goal- spending more time at the gym- I dominated this one as well (modest, I know) bad am finally on my last one- returning to my passion of writing- thus I find myself back here on a blog that has two entries from mid-Fall when life in the Lower East Side was brand new and the Winter still seemed far enough away that I complained when it was 60 degrees.

Now here we are at 10pm on a Friday night, I am freezing as in the past 2 months I discovered my two radiators are merely decorative. I am hungover because I decided that since I stayed in all week it would be wise to drink heavily and go dancing at 4:30 am when waking for work at 7am was only an afterthought . So after taking a 4 hour mid-afternoon nap I arose to find nothing to occupy my time except for my computer and since I am a stingy bitch and do not have personal internet and am at the mercy of my neighbors' unprotected networks, I was left offline with a new computer that has nothing on it except 3 songs in iTunes. Thus, with Sookie sprawled over my left leg and me laying under 5 layers of blankets on the 10 degree weather night I decided to return to my blog.