Monthly archive for September 2009

In a handbasket

I don’t generally mention work stuff much here, partially because I’m sure not many of you are as interested in the scandalous inner workings of the freelance copywriting industry as I am but mostly because it’s incredibly unprofessional.  I think I can safely relay this little vignette, though, and anyone out there who wants to can pat me on the top of my beautifully coiffed head and tell me I was very sheltered in university (and have continued to be so since then) and that this stuff goes on much more frequently than I’d ever imagine.  (more…)

Turn, turn, turn

Generally speaking, I don’t like change, unless that change involves a trip to Maui or something similar.  That kind of change I can get behind, and I can get behind it something fierce, but just about everything else that disrupts my routine or the nice little life I’ve carved out for myself pretty much gives me hives.  It’s not that I’m not adventurous, it’s just that … well, okay, I’m really not adventurous at all, and I’m mostly okay with that, because it’s a part of my character that’s so deeply ingrained it’s not likely to change.

But it’s fall, and lo, the mornings are crisper and I want to buy highlighters (as previously mentioned) and somehow and for some reason, I’ve spent the last few weeks (while not blogging, obviously) feeling this insatiable need to mix things up a little.  It’s harshing my mellow, so much so that last week while standing in line at the butcher shop (the one that sells the organic milk that Mike likes and from time to time even carries honest-to-goodness British Dairy Milks) I actually bought FISH.  Fish, which I don’t like unless it’s beer battered, deep fried, and paired with tartar sauce and soggy french fries.  Fish, which I don’t really know how to cook and which stinks up your house and which I avoid like the plague in spite of all of the omega-3s and the good cholesterol and the lean protein and which has that weird flaky texture and SOMETIMES TINY LITTLE BONES OR PIECES OF SKIN OH MY GOSH I CAN’T BELIEVE I ATE IT.  But I did.  Eat it, I mean, and it wasn’t so bad, and maybe it builds character and my health is a little better now, but it turns out lower cholesterol wasn’t the big change I was looking for and I have no idea what is.

Not quite a “miss”, not yet a “ma’am”

I have recently come to the realization that I am at a very strange age, vis a vis how I look at the world and how it looks at me.  I turn 28 in slightly less than a month, and for the better part of my career (for some reason, I am very tempted to put the word “illustrious” in front of “career” in spite of the fact that it would be wildly inaccurate to do so) I have struggled with people thinking I am very young, treating me like I am very young, and repeatedly pointing out to me just how very young I am, in spite of the fact that to point out, in turn, how very old they were would be considered a social and professional faux pas of the highest order.  For the past two years, I have remained a bit paranoid about whether my clients would take the same attitude, but either my portfolio or my overuse of words like “echelon” or the clusters of grey hairs sneaking into place all around my scalp must command some sort of respect and it thus far hasn’t been a problem.  I mean, I know what I’m doing, I just haven’t always been confident that everyone ELSE knows I know what I’m doing, you know?  Those years spent with bosses saying in meetings filled with my colleagues and superiors that they’d answer my question when I was older sort of scarred me a tiny bit.  I never found that joke particularly funny but apparently it was quite a knee-slapper, because it came up about once every two weeks for several years, along with The One About How Often Lauren Must Get Carded and The One About How We Should Talk About This Later When Lauren’s Sensitive Ears Aren’t Around.  (more…)

Hold onto that feeling

So we’re home.  Again.  I promise I’m not going to wax poetic about the homecoming like I did after our last little holiday (partially because I’m sure y’all are sick of that, and partially because we had such a great time that I’m more than a little sad to not be there anymore) but I will say that it is very nice to arrive home to discover that work has been turned up to 11 while I was away, and while I’m feeling a little tentative about the 3 websites I have to write copy for and the 3 magazine issues I have to edit in the next 2 weeks or so, I’m also feeling happy and relieved about it, because the onset of fall makes me feel productive.  And also grateful we remembered to pack our little space heater last week.  (Can I kvetch about the weather here for a bit?  I love fall – in fact, I would love it a lot more if it wasn’t the start of a cruel, inevitable descent into winter – but one shouldn’t have to pile on several different layers just to stay warm in the evening and one CERTAINLY shouldn’t have to wish that one had remembered to pack her sock bunny hat to take to camp IN AUGUST to prevent frostbite and imminent death while wandering around late at night making sure campers are asleep or, at very least, doing something relatively innocuous and exceedingly hilarious like singing Journey in unison and at top volume.)  (more…)