I spent all afternoon cleaning out my computer, since it's been running very slowly this week. I copied a bunch of file to cd, cleaned out my mailbox, deleted old programs I never use, etc. I should probably upgrade my PC one of these days, since the old pc is an dinasour from 1998. Ideally what I'd like to do is just get a new hard drive, but keep my monitor, speakers, two two cd drives, scanner and printer. I'd like to replace my hard drive with a laptop, and use a docking station to connect to connect to all my peripherals. One of these days.
With my new austerity spending plan, I'm in no position to buy a new computer right now anyway. The only thing I can see purchasing is a Samsung laser printer, for printing out my screenplays and stories. The old color printer takes too long to print, and it freaked out when I printed my 117 page screenplay a fw months ago. Those Samsung laser printers run about $100-200, and I can definitely find a way to fit this amount into my budget.
I only lost a one pound this week, but at least I'm still losing. In six weeks, I've lost 12 pounds. Using the Dieting for Dummies formula, I recalculated my calories, and I now to need start eating less than I was before because of the weight loss. Sigh. Maybe two pounds a week is too ambitious and too austere of an eating plan for me. I stopped exercising for two weeks, and I'm sure this has affected my weight loss rate. Exercise definitely helps.
On a brighter note, I tried on a pair of jeans that used to fit me four years ago and it almost fits. I'm not quite ready to wear it, but at least I can button it without too much difficulty. I'm wearing a pair of stirrup pants, and they're very loose which feels very strange since they've always been snug. When I have lose weight in the past, the weight comes off my hips and thighs first before anywhere else, so maybe this explains my loose pants.
Tomorrow I go to see Turandot, and I'm excited about it, even though I'll be up in the rafters with the rabble rousers.
No musical selections today. I had the radio on and listened to this program called "Shamrock and Thistle", which is an hour long program of celtic (mostly irish) music. Now I just have the classical music station on.
I think I'll read all night and finish "The Jungle Book" and "The Age of Innocence". I'd like start reading my new books, which I borrowed from the library, Salmon Rushdie's "Midnight's Children" and Chinua Achebe's "Things Fall Apart. I rented two movies, Dragonfly and Pay it Forward, in case I get bored reading. I'd also like to do some writing tonight, either 1,000 words for my short story or 500 words for my screenplay.
Ken Burns' Civil War series is being replayed on TV starting tomorrow. Although supposedly the series has a "northern slant", I'm going to tape it anyway. Ever since I read that Civil War book in WVA, I've been dying to see this documentary. I wish they would rerun Ken Burns' Baseball series. Instead, they're rerunning many of his shorter documenteraries. He's such a good filmmaker, I'm tempted to tape everything he's done. I have Jazz on tape, and love rewatching it. I love jazz music, and find the history of it fascinating.
Saturday, September 21, 2002
A cute thing happened while I was standing in line at the grocery store tonight. I watched a man buy a bouquet of flowers with his other groceries, and after he paid give the bouquet to the cashier as a gift. At first I thought the man was the cashier's boyfriend and I thought, "he's a nice boyfriend to bringing flowers to his girlfriend at work". But then I noticed that the cashier had a confused look on her face. She kept looking at the door where the man had walked out and shaking her head. It made me wonder if that man was her boyfriend. When it was my turn in line, I asked her "did you know that guy?". She laughed and said no. She then explained to me that the man came into the store all the time, so he was familiar to her. She had never spoken to him socially before, and didn't even know his name. Then I told her, "Maybe he has a crush on you. Did he ask you for a date or give you his number?". She said no. Then I told her that maybe he left his card in the bouquet, so she checked but found nothing.
Then I told her, "A total stranger gave you a bouquet of flowers, and you don't eve know his name or have his number. God, that is so cute! That guy is so sweet." The cashier laughed and handed me my receipt.
I think it's such a cute story, and what a sweet gesture. A regular to the grocery store buys a bouquet of flowers for the woman who once in awhile is his cashier. I don't think he was trying to pick her up either, because he never told her his name or left his card and number. I'm going to have to put this scene in one of my stories.
I've had flowers handed to me by total strangers before. It's so sweet, and they've always left their name and number. I've never called any of them back, but I was so grateful to them for the gesture and the flowers.
The cashier was so taken aback by the man's gesture. She was very young, probably under 21, and didn't know what the heck to think. It might have been the first time a total stranger gave her flowers. When it's happened to me, it's such a rush and such a trip. The first thought that always went through my head was "oh my god, this guy might be my soul mate and if he is, I want to marry him." When I've told friends about receiving flowers from a total stranger, they've always said, "did you get his number? Maybe you should marry him." When I thought about the experience later, I felt so flattered that a total stranger went to the trouble of buying a gift for me. One guy handed his bouquet to me and said, "these aren't as beautiful as you". AHHHH. How sweet. I was so not looking particularly attractive that day either. It was a Saturday morning, and I had left the house without taking a shower. I was wearing red sweats, a baggy tshirt, and a green down jacket, and browsing through the stacks of a used bookstore. I'm sure I was quite a sight.
Actually, I've never received flowers when I thought I was looking very attractive. I've only ever gotten flowers when I've felt and looked dirty and skanky. I told a friend of mine about this issue, and she said I looked more approachable when I wasn't dressed up. So weird. All the books tell you that you should look your best when you want to attract lots of men. This dictum probably applies to every other girl except me.
I just love that the grocery store clerk received flowers from an appreciative customer. It's such a cute story!
Then I told her, "A total stranger gave you a bouquet of flowers, and you don't eve know his name or have his number. God, that is so cute! That guy is so sweet." The cashier laughed and handed me my receipt.
I think it's such a cute story, and what a sweet gesture. A regular to the grocery store buys a bouquet of flowers for the woman who once in awhile is his cashier. I don't think he was trying to pick her up either, because he never told her his name or left his card and number. I'm going to have to put this scene in one of my stories.
I've had flowers handed to me by total strangers before. It's so sweet, and they've always left their name and number. I've never called any of them back, but I was so grateful to them for the gesture and the flowers.
The cashier was so taken aback by the man's gesture. She was very young, probably under 21, and didn't know what the heck to think. It might have been the first time a total stranger gave her flowers. When it's happened to me, it's such a rush and such a trip. The first thought that always went through my head was "oh my god, this guy might be my soul mate and if he is, I want to marry him." When I've told friends about receiving flowers from a total stranger, they've always said, "did you get his number? Maybe you should marry him." When I thought about the experience later, I felt so flattered that a total stranger went to the trouble of buying a gift for me. One guy handed his bouquet to me and said, "these aren't as beautiful as you". AHHHH. How sweet. I was so not looking particularly attractive that day either. It was a Saturday morning, and I had left the house without taking a shower. I was wearing red sweats, a baggy tshirt, and a green down jacket, and browsing through the stacks of a used bookstore. I'm sure I was quite a sight.
Actually, I've never received flowers when I thought I was looking very attractive. I've only ever gotten flowers when I've felt and looked dirty and skanky. I told a friend of mine about this issue, and she said I looked more approachable when I wasn't dressed up. So weird. All the books tell you that you should look your best when you want to attract lots of men. This dictum probably applies to every other girl except me.
I just love that the grocery store clerk received flowers from an appreciative customer. It's such a cute story!
Friday, September 20, 2002
I've been looking at my expenses again, and things aren't quite as bleak as I thought. If I get laid off, I can file for unemployment. I can trim down my expenses to absolute bare minimum. I also have about 3-4 weeks of FTO that I haven't used yet. Here are my scenarios, none of which involve tapping into my savings:
3 months severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 14 months without a job
2 months severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 10 months without a job
1 month severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 7 months without a job
FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 2 months without a job.
I'm talking living at a bare minimum here, plus $150 for my health insurance cobra payment. Without the cobra payment for health insurance, I could go a few months longer.
My company had a layoff when they moved part of the office to Sacramento, and the people who got laid off received 3 months of severance. Three months of severance would be ideal, but I listed all the scenarios.
I've never looked at a lay off scenario before, because I've only ever been laid off once and that was when I was right out of college and it was my first job. I'm glad I did this little exercise, just so the thought of being laid off won't be so scary financially. I mean, I will freak out in any case, but now at least I know it might not as bleak as I thought.
3 months severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 14 months without a job
2 months severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 10 months without a job
1 month severance + FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 7 months without a job
FTO money + unemployment = I could survive for 2 months without a job.
I'm talking living at a bare minimum here, plus $150 for my health insurance cobra payment. Without the cobra payment for health insurance, I could go a few months longer.
My company had a layoff when they moved part of the office to Sacramento, and the people who got laid off received 3 months of severance. Three months of severance would be ideal, but I listed all the scenarios.
I've never looked at a lay off scenario before, because I've only ever been laid off once and that was when I was right out of college and it was my first job. I'm glad I did this little exercise, just so the thought of being laid off won't be so scary financially. I mean, I will freak out in any case, but now at least I know it might not as bleak as I thought.
I'm feeling better today, after a serious freak-out yesterday. I don't have enough information on my job to panic just yet, and I just need to wait and see what's going to happen. I'm working on a project right now with another senior VP in our corporate office in New Jersey, so things can't be that bad.
I found this description of the neighbourhood I live in on SFGATE.com. I moved to this area because I wanted to be within walking distance of Golden Gate Park, and I wanted to be near the ocean. I can bike or walk to the ocean from where I live , and Golden Gate Park is just a four block walk away. Most people in this area prefer to live by the Bay, but since I grew up on an island, I prefer to live near the ocean. Living near an ocean reminds me so much of home. This neighborhood is also not as expensive as others, and the parking isn't that bad. It's quiet too. Negatives: no gyms, no yoga studio, could use some better shops, no gourmet grocery store so no proscuitto. Pluses: a See's candy store, a great hardware store, a ballet school where you can take classes, great restaurants, a great picture framing store, lots of fresh veggie/fruit stands, two major grocery chain stores.
The Inner Richmond is a practical and comfortable neighborhood with a citywide reputation for fantastic restaurants. It's often called "New Chinatown" because it's almost as full of Chinese groceries and restaurants and Cantonese chatter as Grant Avenue, but most tourists overlook it, as did early S.F. residents, who wrote off the entire Richmond as a "Great Sand Waste" between the City and the sea.
The Richmond did almost became a miniature Colma, housing the municipal and Chinese cemeteries. But after World War I and the Bolshevik Revolution, Irish and White Russian immigrants and Middle Eastern Jews bought homes in the area. Two waves of immigration after World War II brought Japanese residents and added to the sizable Chinese population.
Since then, the Inner Richmond has become a bustling multicultural soup with cute stucco houses, grand mansions, easy access to the Presidio, a plethora of inexpensive eateries and a good variety of shops. The Richmond lacks the hype of the Mission, and the fog does roll in a little earlier in the afternoon, but on its main dining and shopping drag, Clement Street, you'll find great Burmese, Thai, Chinese, Vietnamese and Korean restaurants, Chinese bakeries that sell siu mai (steamed meat dumplings), BBQ pork buns and other dim sum for under a dollar and produce markets that offer bitter melon, several kinds of choy (greens) or 10 lemons for a dollar. Browse the stacks at one of the city's best bookstores, suck down some Hong Kong-style pearl tea (complete with marble-size tapioca balls) or sit down for a French bistro meal, and you'll come to appreciate the modest neighborhood that has sprouted from the sand dunes.
I found this description of the neighbourhood I live in on SFGATE.com. I moved to this area because I wanted to be within walking distance of Golden Gate Park, and I wanted to be near the ocean. I can bike or walk to the ocean from where I live , and Golden Gate Park is just a four block walk away. Most people in this area prefer to live by the Bay, but since I grew up on an island, I prefer to live near the ocean. Living near an ocean reminds me so much of home. This neighborhood is also not as expensive as others, and the parking isn't that bad. It's quiet too. Negatives: no gyms, no yoga studio, could use some better shops, no gourmet grocery store so no proscuitto. Pluses: a See's candy store, a great hardware store, a ballet school where you can take classes, great restaurants, a great picture framing store, lots of fresh veggie/fruit stands, two major grocery chain stores.
The Inner Richmond is a practical and comfortable neighborhood with a citywide reputation for fantastic restaurants. It's often called "New Chinatown" because it's almost as full of Chinese groceries and restaurants and Cantonese chatter as Grant Avenue, but most tourists overlook it, as did early S.F. residents, who wrote off the entire Richmond as a "Great Sand Waste" between the City and the sea.
The Richmond did almost became a miniature Colma, housing the municipal and Chinese cemeteries. But after World War I and the Bolshevik Revolution, Irish and White Russian immigrants and Middle Eastern Jews bought homes in the area. Two waves of immigration after World War II brought Japanese residents and added to the sizable Chinese population.
Since then, the Inner Richmond has become a bustling multicultural soup with cute stucco houses, grand mansions, easy access to the Presidio, a plethora of inexpensive eateries and a good variety of shops. The Richmond lacks the hype of the Mission, and the fog does roll in a little earlier in the afternoon, but on its main dining and shopping drag, Clement Street, you'll find great Burmese, Thai, Chinese, Vietnamese and Korean restaurants, Chinese bakeries that sell siu mai (steamed meat dumplings), BBQ pork buns and other dim sum for under a dollar and produce markets that offer bitter melon, several kinds of choy (greens) or 10 lemons for a dollar. Browse the stacks at one of the city's best bookstores, suck down some Hong Kong-style pearl tea (complete with marble-size tapioca balls) or sit down for a French bistro meal, and you'll come to appreciate the modest neighborhood that has sprouted from the sand dunes.
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