Thursday, June 28, 2007
Moolah
I need money. I would like to find a 9-5 M-F job that I don't absolutely hate. It would be nice if I used some of the languages I know, or one of the degrees I have, but not necessary. In fact, I assume that's not going to happen. This job is only for a year, so I really just want anything that will help build my resume un peu. Also, since my main goal would be saving money for Italy, I would like to find something that pays more than minimum wage. Any suggestions? Anyone want to hire me?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Oklahoma City
This past weekend I went to Oklahoma City for my friend Megan's bachelorette party. For those of you who don't know, I have 4 friends from elementary school with whom I'm still very good friends. (The picture shows Amy, me, Megan, Christina and Natalie. From left to right.) Christina was married last August, Amy is engaged, and Megan is getting married in a few weeks. (Natalie and I are in a race for last one married.)
Anyway, we (Natalie and I) arrived in OKC on Thursday night. Christina lives in OKC so she picked us up at the airport and let us stay at her apartment with her. Friday the three of us went to the pool and then got ready for dinner with Megan, her fiance, her cousins and two other friends who had come down for the party from KC. Friday night was an early night because we knew that Saturday night was going to be cr-a-zee.
Saturday we picked Amy up from the airport just in time to go home and get ready for the evening events. We met at Megan's cousin's house, ate dinner, opened presents, and then jumped into the Excursion limo to take us to the bars. I alone drank wine, champagne, beer, vodka and shots. Needless to say, it was a crazy night. I have decided that the best bachelorette parties are the ones that end up with the bachelorette passed out in the limo on the way home. This one ended that way.
It was a great time, and I'm so happy I went. Now it is back to studying for the GMAT. Yippee.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Air Guitar Nation
Since mom was in Columbus for the last week, Dad and I had some nice bonding time this weekend. Saturday we went to see Air Guitar Nation, which was pretty amazing. It is a documentary about the national air guitar competition, and the world air guitar championship. Very entertaining. Leave it to my dad to know about a movie like this.
Anyway, after the movie, we decided to go to Lill's, a tiny bistro about a block up from the movie theater. Since the weather was gorgeous, we sat outside on their patio. To enter the restaurant, you have to go through an iron gate, up a flight of stairs which lands you on their brick patio. Then if you want to dine inside, you can enter the restaurant. So basically, where we were sitting was a level above the street. (I have a reason for telling you this.) While trying to choose a wine, the owner came out to tell us that the one we had chosen was not available. Just as she was about to suggest a new bottle, we all heard this very loud, clanking noise. It kind of sounded like a truck or car dragging something, like a fire hydrant. And it was coming down the street, towards us. Of course, it had all of our attention, so as we were trying to figure out, we saw the culprit. A small to medium sized dog was running down the middle of the street with a table attached to it's leash. And from the sounds of it, it was an iron table. Apparently, the owner had taken his dog to a coffee shop, tied it to a table, and gone inside for a minute. The dog started running, with the table following it, and kept on going. It seems that the noise was scaring the dog so he was running to get away from it, but in doing so, the noise kept following him, meaning he kept running. It was just very bizarre. Instead of suggesting a wine, the woman went running after the dog, eventually calming it down enough to stop it. Moral of the story: make sure you tie your dog to a secure object. Oh, and go see Air Guitar Nation.
Anyway, after the movie, we decided to go to Lill's, a tiny bistro about a block up from the movie theater. Since the weather was gorgeous, we sat outside on their patio. To enter the restaurant, you have to go through an iron gate, up a flight of stairs which lands you on their brick patio. Then if you want to dine inside, you can enter the restaurant. So basically, where we were sitting was a level above the street. (I have a reason for telling you this.) While trying to choose a wine, the owner came out to tell us that the one we had chosen was not available. Just as she was about to suggest a new bottle, we all heard this very loud, clanking noise. It kind of sounded like a truck or car dragging something, like a fire hydrant. And it was coming down the street, towards us. Of course, it had all of our attention, so as we were trying to figure out, we saw the culprit. A small to medium sized dog was running down the middle of the street with a table attached to it's leash. And from the sounds of it, it was an iron table. Apparently, the owner had taken his dog to a coffee shop, tied it to a table, and gone inside for a minute. The dog started running, with the table following it, and kept on going. It seems that the noise was scaring the dog so he was running to get away from it, but in doing so, the noise kept following him, meaning he kept running. It was just very bizarre. Instead of suggesting a wine, the woman went running after the dog, eventually calming it down enough to stop it. Moral of the story: make sure you tie your dog to a secure object. Oh, and go see Air Guitar Nation.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I've made a decision
And hopefully, I will stick with this one for awhile.
I, JSN, found what I believe is the perfect job for me. I have never in my life said that sentence seriously. Except about being a rock star. But, I always knew that was a little far fetched.
This is a full time position and a part time MBA program in Asolo, Italy. (about an hour and a half away from Venice.) The position is as Campus Life Coordinator for the undergraduate students studying abroad. I would basically be expected to plan events, make schedules, advise students, and work with faculty. (yes, I copy and pasted some of that.) Then on the weekends I would be doing my MBA classes. I am so excited about this. Never before have I had an answer when someone has asked me what I want to do. This is my answer. It will be a 2 year contract. One small problem with this is that the position has been filled for this year. :(
Next year, however, is a different story. I went to KU to visit with the program coordinator, and she seemed very enthusiastic about me trying for this for next year. So, this means that I will be staying in KC for a year, with a job, saving moolah for my time in Italy. I decided that New York can be put on hold for a little bit while I spend some time in Italy. Probably easier for me to do Italy now, rather than later. When I come back I can go to NYC, assuming I'll still want to...
Okay, so that's the update for now. Hopefully I'll have something else exciting to write about soon.
I, JSN, found what I believe is the perfect job for me. I have never in my life said that sentence seriously. Except about being a rock star. But, I always knew that was a little far fetched.
This is a full time position and a part time MBA program in Asolo, Italy. (about an hour and a half away from Venice.) The position is as Campus Life Coordinator for the undergraduate students studying abroad. I would basically be expected to plan events, make schedules, advise students, and work with faculty. (yes, I copy and pasted some of that.) Then on the weekends I would be doing my MBA classes. I am so excited about this. Never before have I had an answer when someone has asked me what I want to do. This is my answer. It will be a 2 year contract. One small problem with this is that the position has been filled for this year. :(
Next year, however, is a different story. I went to KU to visit with the program coordinator, and she seemed very enthusiastic about me trying for this for next year. So, this means that I will be staying in KC for a year, with a job, saving moolah for my time in Italy. I decided that New York can be put on hold for a little bit while I spend some time in Italy. Probably easier for me to do Italy now, rather than later. When I come back I can go to NYC, assuming I'll still want to...
Okay, so that's the update for now. Hopefully I'll have something else exciting to write about soon.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
F@#$ all that noise
I'm sure most of you have heard about the girl who was taken from the Target parking lot near Oak Park Mall. If not, read this.
She just graduated from Shawnee Mission West, mine and my brother's high school. The Target she was at is a Target that my mom and I go to all the time. Usually alone. This happened to her while it was still daylight.
It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. Normally, these things really bother me, but then you make it this close to home, and it just makes it that much more scary.
I'd like to think that I am a very aware person; of myself and of my surroundings. And that, if someone was going to try and attack me, I would put up a damn good fight. But, unfortunately, you NEVER KNOW. And this scares the hell out of me. I mean, is it going to get to the point where we (and I'm probably just talking about women here) can't go anywhere alone, ever again? Even during the middle of the fucking day? In one of the safest places in the country? (don't know if that last statement is entirely correct, but I imagine it's close.)
Anyway, I guess my point is that everyone needs to watch each other's backs. This really can happen to anyone. But, I think if people become more proactive about it, and help anyone who looks like they're in need, we really can make a difference. I'm going to go buy some more pepper spray and look for another self defense class to take. Maybe mom and I will finally go to the shooting range, like we've been talking about doing.
She just graduated from Shawnee Mission West, mine and my brother's high school. The Target she was at is a Target that my mom and I go to all the time. Usually alone. This happened to her while it was still daylight.
It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about it. Normally, these things really bother me, but then you make it this close to home, and it just makes it that much more scary.
I'd like to think that I am a very aware person; of myself and of my surroundings. And that, if someone was going to try and attack me, I would put up a damn good fight. But, unfortunately, you NEVER KNOW. And this scares the hell out of me. I mean, is it going to get to the point where we (and I'm probably just talking about women here) can't go anywhere alone, ever again? Even during the middle of the fucking day? In one of the safest places in the country? (don't know if that last statement is entirely correct, but I imagine it's close.)
Anyway, I guess my point is that everyone needs to watch each other's backs. This really can happen to anyone. But, I think if people become more proactive about it, and help anyone who looks like they're in need, we really can make a difference. I'm going to go buy some more pepper spray and look for another self defense class to take. Maybe mom and I will finally go to the shooting range, like we've been talking about doing.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Advice
Well, I just got some excellent advice in response to my last entry. I would try to paraphrase, but I think I may just copy and paste what he said:
"I would argue the 'shame' is only imputed by two conditions: 1) there is something to be shameful about (a subjective state of mind of the 'walk'-er), and 2) someone you know sees you (why care what a stranger imagines?). Unless you look guilty for a reason AND someone you know catches you, any spectator is only guessing. One could have just as likely had an amazing adventure that happened to leave them cruising home under those conditions. Walk with confidence and let the church-goer live their dull life while you get a cup of coffee..."
Isn't that awesome?! I agree with this advice %100. (yes, this advice comes from a lawyer; and no, it is not my brother.)
"I would argue the 'shame' is only imputed by two conditions: 1) there is something to be shameful about (a subjective state of mind of the 'walk'-er), and 2) someone you know sees you (why care what a stranger imagines?). Unless you look guilty for a reason AND someone you know catches you, any spectator is only guessing. One could have just as likely had an amazing adventure that happened to leave them cruising home under those conditions. Walk with confidence and let the church-goer live their dull life while you get a cup of coffee..."
Isn't that awesome?! I agree with this advice %100. (yes, this advice comes from a lawyer; and no, it is not my brother.)
Question
Is it still the "walk of shame" if you didn't get any action?
I ask because of my weekend. My friend Natalie and I went out on the plaza and then I spent the night at her house. There was a 3rd person at her house as well, so when I woke up in the morning at 7:00 am, I decided to just walk several blocks to my car so as to avoid waking them.
Anyway, I was basically wearing the same clothes from the night before, sans my high heels (I borrowed Natalie's flip flops). Did not have any sunglasses to hide my "last night's makeup" face. Had my going out purse, and was carrying my shoes. Had I been wearing my shoes (or carrying them and walking barefoot), it would have been a full fledged walk of shame.
And then there is the question that I have. The walk of shame, for those who don't know, is usually reserved for people who have spent the night at someone's place without any toiletries or clothes for the next day. It's usually not planned. Which means the next morning, when walking to the car, or to your own place, people around you can normally tell what happened the night before.
I was wondering this as I was walking to my car on Sunday morning. Did all the people passing me think that I had gotten wasted, made a bad decision by ending up at some random guy's place, and then was making an early escape at 7 in the morning? I wanted to tell everyone that it had been planned, and that I had just never gotten around to getting my pajamas from my car. They were probably all church go-ers too. Great. I can just hear the parents taking complete advantage of that scene: "See little Amy? This is why we go to church on Sundays. So we can avoid looking like that harlot who is obviously wearing last night's clothes. God save her."
So, any opinions? Answers? I really am curious what other people think.
I ask because of my weekend. My friend Natalie and I went out on the plaza and then I spent the night at her house. There was a 3rd person at her house as well, so when I woke up in the morning at 7:00 am, I decided to just walk several blocks to my car so as to avoid waking them.
Anyway, I was basically wearing the same clothes from the night before, sans my high heels (I borrowed Natalie's flip flops). Did not have any sunglasses to hide my "last night's makeup" face. Had my going out purse, and was carrying my shoes. Had I been wearing my shoes (or carrying them and walking barefoot), it would have been a full fledged walk of shame.
And then there is the question that I have. The walk of shame, for those who don't know, is usually reserved for people who have spent the night at someone's place without any toiletries or clothes for the next day. It's usually not planned. Which means the next morning, when walking to the car, or to your own place, people around you can normally tell what happened the night before.
I was wondering this as I was walking to my car on Sunday morning. Did all the people passing me think that I had gotten wasted, made a bad decision by ending up at some random guy's place, and then was making an early escape at 7 in the morning? I wanted to tell everyone that it had been planned, and that I had just never gotten around to getting my pajamas from my car. They were probably all church go-ers too. Great. I can just hear the parents taking complete advantage of that scene: "See little Amy? This is why we go to church on Sundays. So we can avoid looking like that harlot who is obviously wearing last night's clothes. God save her."
So, any opinions? Answers? I really am curious what other people think.
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