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Up in the Air

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

If I can borrow from my new blog for a moment.

6/365: Up in the Air

I saw the movie Up in the Air on Christmas Day with my parents.  The movie, in case you haven’t seen it, stars George Clooney as a man who works for a company that gets subcontracted to assist employees with “career transitions”–essentially, this means that Clooney is the guy who gets to deliver the news that they’re being laid off, and his company supposedly offers placement services.

One of the things that I thought was a bit of a Christopher Buckley-esque touch was the “packet.”  Every employee who went through the process got a packet of information with some flowery cover and a positive inspirational message.  “Your true career awaits,” or some such bull shit.

Ray called me this morning on my cell phone.  I was in a meeting with Kim, my assistant, and almost rejected the call, but I answered it, figuring that he was calling with a quick question about condiment placement or something similar.

Instead, he was oddly formal.  “Good morning, Chris,” he said.
“Hi,” I said.
“I just wanted to call and let you know that my 12 year career at [name of employer] just ended.”
“What??”
“I just got laid off.”

I was in shock, naturally, and at the urging of my boss and several other people, I went home.  In addition to finding Ray sitting on the sofa watching a television that wasn’t actually on, I discovered that, among the paperwork that he’d brought home, was a packet just like the one that George and Anna Kendrick handed out in the movie.

I’m less enthusiastic about this as a device used in reality as opposed to in the movies.

We’re going to be OK.  Ray is, understandably, still in a daze–he worked there for 12 years.  “I’ve been with them longer than I’ve been with you,” he said at one point.  But he got a decent severance, and we’ve put together a budget, and we’ll be able to make ends meet for a while, even if we have to tighten our belt straps.

But, man … we did not see this coming.  But, that’s life, though, ain’t it?  We will get through this, no matter how unpleasant it may be.

At least Mocha will have someone to pay attention to her all day long for a while.

Back to da grind

Monday, January 4th, 2010

Playtime’s over, children, and it’s back to work.

Nearly everyone I’ve spoken to had an absolutely wretched night’s sleep — I, myself, tossed and turned until well after 3, when I finally fell asleep and engaged in stress dreams about work stuff.  Hence, when the alarm went off at 6, and I took a good look in the bathroom mirror, I was kind of thankful for my allergy eyedrops so that I didn’t look quite so much like I’d wandered off the set of The Hangover 2.

Things about which I am thankful: This year, I did not have a series of increasingly desperate-slash-hostile voice mail messages beginning on December 23 and continuing through the winter break from someone who needed something right now who was, apparently, not listening to the part of my outgoing message when I said the office was closed.  (The fact that she had had eight months to deal with the issue before it reached the urgent stage and had failed to do so was, naturally, my problem.)  This year, I had a single, solitary hang up.

My relief at the lack of mail in my inbox (couple pieces of junk) was tempered a bit by the fact that stuff I needed to be in there wasn’t.  Also, the fax machine had broken about five minutes after we all left, and God may know where the faxes sent in the meantime have gone, but our Canon Ikon technician does not.

The plants lived through the two weeks without fluorescent light or water.  The men’s restroom, however, was clearly not cleaned the entire time we were on skeleton crew — and yes, it was used.  There is ample evidence of that, and it’s quite disgusting.

Also, a coworker threatened to wear a Snuggie to the office because it’s cold (they turned down the heat in all the buildings over the break).  It’s almost enough to make me want to draft a dress code policy for the sole purpose of banning Snuggies.

Surprisingly, I was kind of productive right up until about 2:30 when my energy started to wane.

And so … it’s back to the grind.  Almost like we never left … sigh.

Happy new year?

Happy New Year!

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

Yes, I’m a day late and a dollar short, but *meh.

I’m not sure whether it’s that we’re getting older, that our usual party hosts are, like everyone else in the free world, feeling the pinch of a hard economy, or that we were just feeling less celebratory than usual, but the New Year’s gathering – which was nice, don’t get me wrong – came to an early end.  And I’ll be honest—I didn’t mind so much.

I was annoyed, however, that we weren’t able to watch the ball drop in Times Square live.  Apparently, the networks have finally caught on to the fact that we’re not all on the east coast and started tape-delaying the NYE celebrations, which meant that at midnight in New York, which is 11 pm here, we were almost unable to do our usual “one hour left” countdown—until, that is, that I discovered we could watch the proceedings en directo por Univision.

Anyway.  New Year’s Day was a slow affair: I took down the Christmas decorations, discovering in the process that I’d left most of the good ones off the tree this year (Ray acquired a new, ornament specific container, which I may have slightly mocked but did turn out to be cursed useful).  I made chili, not because it’s a tradition (the traditional Tex Mex foods for New Year’s are either menudo or pozole), but because it’s cursed cold down here and it seemed appropriate.  Elliot went home with his mother, and, as predicted, Mocha started moping even though she spent the entire time we were dogsitting pretending she was annoyed by his presence.

And I posted my first picture to my 365 project.

What does 2010 bring to the table?  Well, here’s what I’ve got penciled in so far:

  • I’m going to Egypt in March with yet another group in tow—my parents are coming this time.
  • I’m taking fourth year Arabic again in the spring semester, in large part because I will need a recommendation letter come fall when…
  • … I apply to the doctoral program in History.  Which also necessitates…
  • … taking the bloody bollocky GRE exam at some point in late spring or summer because apparently my 12 year old scores from 1998 have “expired.”
  • I have business trips lined up to San Angelo, Kilgore, Mount Pleasant, Edinburg, and Laredo, Texas.  You know you’re jealous.
  • I also have business trips on the horizon to either Savannah or Denver (probably Denver) and San Diego.
  • There is the potential—in my own mind, if not reality—for a visit to Brazil in summer.
  • And the potential for a trip to New York City in late spring.
  • And, of course, my 365 photo project.

So much to do!  But first … I’m going to have another cup of coffee.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Playing Around

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

One of the things on my Christmas list this year was a 50mm f1.8 lens for my camera.  It’s a fixed lens, meaning you can’t zoom in and out, which is new and different for me, considering the last lens I bought goes from wide angle to extreme zoom in one fell swoop.

I like it.  It’s forcing me to look at things differently.  Since you can’t zoom, if you want a wider angle, you have to walk away from your subject.  If you want to zoom in, you get up closer.

Rather than go into detail, I’ll just show you what I’ve done with it over the past few days.

My first bokeh

That effect with the lights is called bokeh, which is currently an “in” effect.  This lens is really good with bokeh, and I’m enjoying playing with it.

Me

We went to The Salt Lick, legendary Texas BBQ, to help celebrate a coworker’s graduation (she finished her M.A. in Linguistics).  At some point, the camera was turned on me.  I was … relaxed, shall we say, from the beer.

Water Tower

I went to shoot the Christmas lights in downtown Round Rock the other night.  This is the water tower that they turn into a big Christmas tree every year.  Like I said, I was having fun with various effects.

Old Bus at the Broken Spoke

My therapist’s office is in South Austin, which is the home of the Keep Austin Weird movement.  One of the landmarks down there is the Broken Spoke, an old-style honkey tonk with live country music and live dancing nightly.  After my appointment the other morning, I stopped off and took photos of the old bus parked next to it.

Hole in the Glass

I am, apparently, the only person in the universe who likes this photo I took of the busted window.  I keep trying to get more traffic to it on Flickr, but I guess it’s more boring than I think it is.

Antique Car

Up the street from The Broken Spoke is Maria’s Taco XPress, which has a rusted out old car in the front yard.  I got some photos of the textures.

Georgetown Main Square

Today, I had to go help my parents with the XM radio I bought them for Christmas.  On the way up, I stopped in downtown Georgetown and took some photos of the Williamson County Courthouse in the main square.

Georgetown Main Square

Georgetown also has a community theater, which we don’t have in Round Rock, even though we’re three times larger.  Georgetown’s has a nice art deco facade.

And that’s a little glimpse into my week.  How have you been?

Alan Rickman’s Answering Machine

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

OK, not the life-altering year-end post I was envisioning … that’ll come later.  Ray and I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince last night, and I noticed a couple of things.  First off, the cinematography is gorgeous.  Maybe it was because we’d seen Avatar earlier in the day that I noticed it –the latter is lush and green and tropical, and Half Blood Prince is in muted tones of stone, brown, gray and yellow.  It works.  I was quite surprised to see that the films are growing up along with their characters–it’s not a kid’s movie anymore.

Oh, and, yes,  Avatar is stunning although it’s about 20 minutes too long, and I realized at some point that it is a heavy-handed film with a strong anti-imperialist/anti-colonialist message–you’ve seen that before, but it’s done particularly well (although there was a cluster of “oh, come on” moments right toward the end).

However, the one thing I noticed most of all was that … is it just me, or is Alan Rickman starting to sound more and more like a caricature of himself?  There were points in Half Blood Prince where all I could thing of is this scene from Family Guy:

It’s like Rickman saw this and decided to one-up Seth MacFarlane … and you should never try to one-up Seth MacFarlane.  Because so far, the only person who has managed to do it successfully is Marlee Matlin (if you’re easily offended, you should probably just skip ahead to the 2.42 mark).

And that’s what I’m thinking about today.  Probably wish you didn’t know that, huh?

 

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