Today, I went on an interview for a Financial Services Representative.
I am proud to say I did not make it through the interview and cut out after the info session. Because yes, I am THAT awesome.
Or, in other words, I'm more likely to be one of those dirty hippies yelling and screaming at the wall street types than be one of those wall street types.
And I figured it would be good interview practice. HA.
In other news, I'm starting to have more ideas for writing, so that's good. Even if I'm not actually writing...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Mourning
I'm in mourning.
Yesterday, I came up with the fantastic idea that I would bike into boston. Good idea, as I've been eating too much and not exercising enough.
I've winterified my bike as much as possible, wore as many clothes as I could and still look-well if not awesomely well put together-decent enough for being amongst other people (it included long underwear and a fleece).
Biking in was great! It was still sunny, traffic wasn't the pits. The bike lanes were hilarious-I'd be in one for about 100 feet and then it would veer into a snow bank.
No thank you, I don't want to crash my bike into snow. No cars hit me, I am still whole-except for my right hip, which is slightly sore.
Anyways. I was downtown at this event called "Dating While Feminist, Part Deux" which was a really neat panel/small group discussion about the issues that come up in dating someone, expectations and what life is like as a feminist dealing with people who are a)pseudo-Feminists-using the name but not actually feminist b)proto-feminists-refuse to use the name...but are way cool Feminists despite that c)Unconverted-those people who haven't really had interaction with feminists and feminist ideals beforehand d)sexist pigs-UNTOUCHABLES! AHHH.***
But yeah. That's not really the point of this post.
Let's go back to what I first said. I'm in mourning. I started biking home last night ~9:45. As you can imagine, we're not on the South Pole nor is it June 21st. So, it is completely dark at 9:45. Except for all those street lamps. And headlights. And store lights. Perhaps I should rephrase that? There is practically no source of natural light. So it's kind of dark.
I had a head lamp and a red flashing light attached to my backpack for safety. My father made me a holder for the bike light, as I managed to break the strap off the original holder when I was trying to get it off my old mountain bike onto my new, spiffy commuter bike. It was this giant square metal/plastic thing that screwed on to the handlebar of my bike.
Unfortunately, I don't have the headlamp anymore. Its parts and batteries are bits of smooshed litter on Mass Ave, somewhere in Cambridge at this point. I feel awful, contributing to litter.. But would you stop to pick up pieces in the middle of a busy street with a T bus right behind you? No? I thought not. Moral of the story? Buy a head light that doesn't slip easily and don't break the strap off the original holder.
But bike at night. It's great fun.
***Seriously. Don't pay attention to what I'm saying. It's all made up. Well-the definitions are real enough. But not the terms. I made those up. Don't repeat them!
I've winterified my bike as much as possible, wore as many clothes as I could and still look-well if not awesomely well put together-decent enough for being amongst other people (it included long underwear and a fleece).
Biking in was great! It was still sunny, traffic wasn't the pits. The bike lanes were hilarious-I'd be in one for about 100 feet and then it would veer into a snow bank.
No thank you, I don't want to crash my bike into snow. No cars hit me, I am still whole-except for my right hip, which is slightly sore.
Anyways. I was downtown at this event called "Dating While Feminist, Part Deux" which was a really neat panel/small group discussion about the issues that come up in dating someone, expectations and what life is like as a feminist dealing with people who are a)pseudo-Feminists-using the name but not actually feminist b)proto-feminists-refuse to use the name...but are way cool Feminists despite that c)Unconverted-those people who haven't really had interaction with feminists and feminist ideals beforehand d)sexist pigs-UNTOUCHABLES! AHHH.***
But yeah. That's not really the point of this post.
Let's go back to what I first said. I'm in mourning. I started biking home last night ~9:45. As you can imagine, we're not on the South Pole nor is it June 21st. So, it is completely dark at 9:45. Except for all those street lamps. And headlights. And store lights. Perhaps I should rephrase that? There is practically no source of natural light. So it's kind of dark.
I had a head lamp and a red flashing light attached to my backpack for safety. My father made me a holder for the bike light, as I managed to break the strap off the original holder when I was trying to get it off my old mountain bike onto my new, spiffy commuter bike. It was this giant square metal/plastic thing that screwed on to the handlebar of my bike.
Unfortunately, I don't have the headlamp anymore. Its parts and batteries are bits of smooshed litter on Mass Ave, somewhere in Cambridge at this point. I feel awful, contributing to litter.. But would you stop to pick up pieces in the middle of a busy street with a T bus right behind you? No? I thought not. Moral of the story? Buy a head light that doesn't slip easily and don't break the strap off the original holder.
But bike at night. It's great fun.
***Seriously. Don't pay attention to what I'm saying. It's all made up. Well-the definitions are real enough. But not the terms. I made those up. Don't repeat them!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ethical Dilemma
Sometime this month is February Vacation. I had the mother of a friend of my sister's call and ask me if I would like to house sit-to the tune of $50 a day. That's good money for 6-7 days when I'm unemployed.
This household has a number of pets-a few dogs, some kind of reptilian or bird like pet inside. Or maybe a cat. I don't really remember.
They also have chickens. Yes. Chickens as pets. Which is not so odd a commodity-it seems they are growing in popularity. I've even tried to talk my parents into getting chickens.
But I'm vegan. She told me I could have all the eggs those chickens lay that week. I politely responded that I was vegan..
However. I became vegan mostly because of animal rights issues, although health and especially environment play into it. These chickens are not going to be slaughtered just because they've stopped laying eggs as productively. They are living a good life.
...So do I eat the eggs? Or do I not break veganism at all....
This household has a number of pets-a few dogs, some kind of reptilian or bird like pet inside. Or maybe a cat. I don't really remember.
They also have chickens. Yes. Chickens as pets. Which is not so odd a commodity-it seems they are growing in popularity. I've even tried to talk my parents into getting chickens.
But I'm vegan. She told me I could have all the eggs those chickens lay that week. I politely responded that I was vegan..
However. I became vegan mostly because of animal rights issues, although health and especially environment play into it. These chickens are not going to be slaughtered just because they've stopped laying eggs as productively. They are living a good life.
...So do I eat the eggs? Or do I not break veganism at all....
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