Some days start out meh and then you get an email from an old friend with a line in it that makes you smile and then you get another email in which an even older colleague tells you that she mentioned you in an article in Law Technology News and you smile a little bigger and want to run update your other blogs and resume and stuff. :) (PS the article is here if anyone wants to take a peak.)
I don’t pretend to know everything about everyone else’s beliefs and customs and such but I’m always curious and eager to learn. I have gone to religious services in many different settings over the years and have taken the same approach at each. I sit quietly and respectfully and watch and smile. I learn something at each event. I will likely never join any of the congregations or convert to any of the beliefs but I think I am better for having had the experiences.
I guess that’s one reason I like NYC. The diversity gives me many opportunities to learn that I might not have otherwise (especially before the Internet made the world super small). But I’m still amazed at how many people don’t have interest and/or seem to have no awareness of things around them. My office building sits right along the parade route of the parades of nations. St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Puerto Rican Day Parade. Israeli Day Parade. And so on. We see the signs in the days leading up to the parades. We see the flags. And yet my workday ended with this exchange.
Coworker: So do you think she can make the Star of David on the programs [for her twins’ B’nai Mitzvah] blue? Do they come in blue?
Me: … [breathe]
Me: It’s blue on the Israeli flag so I think blue is OK.
Coworker: It is? How many colors can you make them?
Me: How many colors can you make the Cross?
“New Yorkers … 96 percent live less than a 10 minute walk away”
Not too shabby for the concrete jungle.
My boss gets the obsessions. We will contribute to Operation Backpack again this year but she will spend countless hours and trips to Staples, Walmart, Walgreens, Target, whatever because she wants to buy all of the supplies herself. Lately the obsession is cupcakes. We had some last Tuesday at work for a coworker’s birthday. She has been back to that place twice and another nearby one once since then and is going again on Saturday. Other boss only really came in today so she could give my coworkers printing assignments for the twins’ b’nai mitzvah on Saturday. Our project list will be on hold until after the celebration and sugar high wear off. I’m done.
Don’t know if the blow back from me going with mom to her next doctor’s appointment will be worse than what happens if I don’t go. Not sure she and this new doctor/NP are hitting it off well. Mom didn’t feel she got her questions answered last time but if I go she will take it as a sign that she can’t take care of herself. But her medications were changed (not the way the NP said she was going to order them) and mom is vacillating between fury and blanket acceptance of authority. Either way I’ll be the one left on the scream-filled end of the phone for the months between this doctor visit and the next unless they give her something for the anxiety and depression. So much more about this to say, but blegh. No win.
Coworker was just whining about the fact that Kim and Kanye haven’t announced the baby name. She says something to the effect of there’s no world news so we need this pop culture stuff. Or something. My head exploded after “there’s no world news.”
Refueling at Peanut Butter & Co. Heat is on is fab. Grilled chicken on toasted wheat with spicy peanut butter and pineapple jam.