Category Archives: observations

WHY?

It’s so great that so many companies are going green. But tell me, why do they have to let me know with SO. MUCH. WASTED. PAPER.

I have gotten so many letters in the mail telling me they are going green. No next steps, no action on my part, but a letter – in an envelope, telling me they were going green.

A deli here in NYC went green last year, by making consumers ask for napkins and utensils rather than automatically giving it out. But to do this, they put flyers in the bags for weeks! Flyers telling consumers that they would be going green. Not only was this printed on fairly big sheets of paper, but it was glossy! Hardly recyclable paper.  And they get so much repeat business day after day. Wouldn’t a big sign in the deli have sufficed?

WHY?


Universal Observations

Heading to Universal Studios today! Am sure I will have a ton of observations as I haven’t been to a theme park in years.

Stay tuned.


Plane Peeves

As I am flying tonight(!), I am thinking about my peeves on the plane. In no particular order, here goes:

  • People who open closed bins to find space for their oversized luggage
  • People who dont hold onto their coats and instead use precious overhead space for a coat
  • People who run to board first and clog up the area for those whose rows have been called
  • People who travel with luggage half open with things falling out (yes, really)
  • People who don’t understand that you have to travel with 3oz or less of liquid, and you, yes, you, need to take off your belt
  • People who set off alarm; then take one thing off at a time, only to continue setting off alarm until they realize they have loose change in their pocket
  • People who go to bathroom on plane right after boarding; clogging the aisles for people who are trying to get to their seat, or even worse, right before take off
  • People who get up while the seat belt sign is on. You are not in first grade. Pay attention, and it’s truly for your safety – as seen by the Air France jet that clipped a regional plane on a runway at JFK earlier this week.
  • Unprepared parents. I totally get a crying child because their ears pop, or they may not like to fly, or even sit still. But please don’t rely on the magazines in the seat back pocket for entertainment. DVDs, music and games are a better choice.
  • People who don’t get a seat for a child who is clearly too big. I have seen this a handful of times and I can’t believe this is allowed. This is probably not safe, and not comfortable for the parent, the child or the person sitting next to you (ie. ME).
  • People who fly with dogs aside from medically necessary ones. This cannot be fun for the dog. I realize sometimes it is necessary, but if it is, don’t take your dog out mid flight to show him off to your neighbors. I’d take a plane full of screaming babies before one yippy barking dog on a five hour flight. Been there, done that. It barked the entire flight and the owner got some dirty looks and comments throughout.
  • Arm rest hogs. Unless you are in the middle, you get one, and only one.
  • Men who don’t help women get their bags up when they are sitting in the aisle right below where I am trying to get my bag in. I travel light. I am short and I have zero upper body strength and sometimes it’s difficult for me to get my bag into the bin.
  • People who put their seat backs back right after take off, right before a meal is served. Unless this is an overnight flight, there is no need to keep your seat reclined. This is not your living room. It is not your Lazy Boy and yes, I am RIGHT behind you.
  • People who kick the seat in front of them. Once I get kicked twice, I have now resorted to telling the  person (usually NOT a child) that I have just had back surgery and to please be careful with their seat. The fact that I usually can’t lift my bag into the bin helps with the back surgery story.

With all this, I still LOVE to travel! The people-watching and observations that come out of your time (leading up to) and in the sky can be hilarious.

What’s your biggest peeve?


Finding Home Sweet Home

I was recently reminded of the search for an NYC apartment. If you have never done it before, be thankful. If you have, you know it’s not for the faint of heart.

Now, I have never looked for an apartment in a ‘normal’ place so I don’t know if it differs much, but I have to think so because it’s just so insane looking for an apartment in the Big Apple.

Thanks to the time I have spent apartment hunting I have seen my fair share of apartments. What about the one where I’d have to climb up a ten foot ladder to get into my bed, another I’d have to live Real World style with eight roommates, a few with no natural light (thanks to the fake walls blocking the only window in the apartment) and a couple with windows that faced a brick wall, or looked directly into someone else’s apartment.

Thanks to my leases I have actually lived in apartments with sloping floors (where a coffee table on wheels actually rolled), a bathroom so small that while sitting on the toilet you could wash your hands and shave your legs while they are perched on the tub (couldn’t really do this because I am a klutz). I’ve lived in places where the ceiling crumbled every time it rained and the stairs were removed for the better part of the weekend. I have had my underwear and bras stolen right from my dresser, lived in a building that was wrapped in scaffolding for the better part of my time there and lived with roommates found on Craigslist.

And when I wasn’t so NYC apartment hunting savvy, I took up residence in a friends spare room and lived out of boxes because a friend and I couldn’t find a place to live that met our few requirements.

I have lived on the first floor, the top floor and floors in between. I have lived above a mexican restaurant, a laundromat and a sandwich shop. My neighbors have been college students, families, crack addicts, hoarders, sex fiends and an old lady who had lived in the building for 50 years, and died there too.

I have lived on main streets, side streets and street corners (watch it if you live on a corner where a bus stops .. that beep and psssh sound every time the bus lets someone on or off is really annoying but you deal with it.)

While I had to deal with some interesting conditions, I have also had the priviledge of living with my friends and living with people who became my friends. I have lived on streets where major parades happened (getting front row seating) and I have lived where movies were filmed outside. I have lived in the delivery zone for MaxDelivery.com which can bring you wine, toilet paper and laundry detergent (among other things) in less than 30 minutes. I have lived around the corner from some of my favorite restaurants and I have lived a block from the subway getting me anywhere I wanted to go.

At one point three of my friends and I were all in Manhattan. They all lived within 5 blocks of each other, a mere 5 minute walk. I was the one who was far away. A 10 minute cab ride. How many people can say they live that close to three of their friends?

Even now, I have a three block walk to one friend. Another, 10 blocks. Not too shabby, huh?

You didn’t ask for it but here are some tips for apartment searching in the Big Apple. Obviously I am not covering everything but renter beware!

1 – Postings don’t go up until mid-month, the month before you want to move. So you want to be out of your apartment April 30? Wait til March 15th or so to find out what’s free. I think in most other parts of the country, and possibly the world, you have a little more notice on what’s going to be available. Needless to say it’s a mad dash at the beginning of the month.

2 – Postings are not always accurate. Cozy = small. Historic = falling apart and management company won’t fix it. Great view = small window overlooking the street. Full size kitchen = one person can be in there at once. Steps away = 3, or 10, blocks. True two bedroom = could be, if you put in a fake wall making it two bedrooms.

3 – Postings are not always still available. Bait and switch? Have been there more times than I want to remember. “Oh, that apartment was JUST taken. Check this one out…” Either it’s way above your price range, or you would never ever live there.

4 – Appointments are not personal. Get there early because it’s usually an open call and first come, first one to put a deposit down.

5 – Don’t forget your documentation! You must tote around everything – passport, social security card, pay stubs, references, deposit, license and your first born child – just IN CASE  you find an apartment that might be the one.

There’s tons more to share but this is just what’s top of mind. I haven’t had to look for an apartment in over two years but I did the apartment search seven times in the past ten years. I’d say I am a seasoned looker.

If you have any other apartment hunting tips to share, feel free to leave them in the comments section.


Pedicure on the Brain

The pedicure I had this past Friday, the color of the rented Nissan Cube that I want on my toes, and my scalding shower injury brought to mind pedicures and injury. Again, not so common. But for me, and my luck, it happened. 

I have a long, injury filled history with pedicures, and I can’t find the write up for “The Pedicure that Required a Tetanus Shot.” Instead I found this…a saved email exchange between myself, my sister and a friend while I was getting a pedicure. This happened a few years after “The Pedicure that Required a Tetanus Shot.” When I find that story, I will post it (yes I do save these things). In the meantime, happy reading.

me: Am getting a pedi and the woman is pulling the gross dirt out of my toenail and it looks like where she pulled started to bleed under my nail in that crevice with the skin. She doesn’t speak English well but she thinks its the old color. But she already cleaned thre old color off. What do I do? This place is right by work and work peeps go here. Ughhhhhhhhh is my tetanus shot still valid from a few yrs ago?? My foot is soaking in the water so I can’t see if its blood or not.
friend: Tell her its bleeding get some peroxide. I think you need to start getting the expensive pedis. The cheap places aren’t doing well for you — ouch!

sister: Why do you continue to go to those places? I’ve never had anything but problems when I get a pedi from someone I can’t communicate with. It may be pricier to go elsewhere but it’s well worth it in the long run. Also, why do you have so much dirt under your nail?

me: Dirt=Flip flops in the city! And it wasn’t dirt for that incident I think it was skin she pulled from under my toenail. It was long and skin like. It didn’t look like dirt when she pulled but there is dirt elsewhere. I just inspected and I think she pulled some skin off leaving me with a small hole. Nothing drastic. And some of it may have been color.

me: Ok I peeked at my toe. But can’t tell. She’s telling me polish on the skin. Why doesn’t she clean it off then???? I can’t tell and the color I picked is dark so I’m not going to be able to tell once she paints. But when I leaned she was spraying that stuff on my legs and I think it got in my face. I should be banned from pedicures.

sister: I only get dirt on the bottom of my feet from wearing flip flops… Anywho… try to enjoy the rest of the pedi but if you go back to those kinds of places again I love you but I don’t want to hear about it. You need to go to the type of pedi place where they give out sedatives like candy and wake you when they’re done!


Wedding Season

Tonight kicks off three weddings in the month of April, and one in May.

April has five Saturdays and we will be attending weddings on three of those! Another wedding in May brings the total to four weddings in eight weeks. Now that I have loads of dresses to choose from, I’m all set!


It’s a Box, it’s a Square, no it’s a Cube

When you rent a car you never know what you’re going to get.  This weekend we got a Nissan Cube. It is literally…a Cube.

The car is horribly ugly but drives nicely and it worked well for us, since any car is better than no car.

When we returned, the guy asked if we saw any other Cubes. Of course. We saw two. He said, you never notice them until you are in a Cube.  He also said every time he asks that question of Cube renters, people have noticed other Cubes on the road. Thought it was funny because without being in one, you probably wouldn’t notice them otherwise. Guess that could be true for any ‘interestingly’ shaped car.

Our Cube was a dark nude/light brown color, that I think I would love on my toe nails, during my next pedicure!


WHY, Color Me Clueless

Here’s the second installment of WHY Wednesday.

At work, I sit in an open plan with about 100 people. I happen to sit very close to a color printer, which I NEVER EVER use. When it jams or needs a new color cartridge, WHY do people that need help assume I know how to fix it, or where the cartridges are even housed? Just because I sit nearby? Truthfully, I have no idea how to fix it and besides, printer problems confuse me.

If I happen to know there’s a jammed printer around, I just won’t print. (Come on, you know you do it too.) And Sherlock, there are about 10 cabinets close to the printer so I’d deduce that the color cartridges might just be living in one of them. Happy hunting.

Brought to you by WHY? Wednesday.


Nothing like a Friday in the ER

Spent the day yesterday in the ER. Wouldn’t recommend. But when your regular doctor tells you to go to the ER and to not pass go or collect $200, you don’t really have any other options.

A couple of observations:

1. The ER is NOT like Grey’s Anatomy. My doctor was very nice, smart and calming but he was no McDreamy, McSteamy or Sam, Pete or Cooper (if you watch Private Practice) by any stretch of the imagination.

2. My nurse was very nice too. But, she needed two tries to get the IV in my arm and now I have a huge welt where she got it in on the second try. Then, the first amount of blood she took wasn’t enough and the lab needed more. Yay – jabbed twice for that too. Shouldn’t it be one and done?

3. It doesn’t look all that clean. There was a big stain on the sheet of the bed (clean sheet, old stain – still gross), a hair on the floor of my ‘room’ – ew – and shoe scuff marks on the walls (how? why?)

4. It’s not all that sanitary. Both the doctor and the nurse had gloves on at one point, and both left the ‘sanitary’ confines of my ‘room’ and then came back – the nurse to take blood, the doctor to examine me. What did they touch outside the room before touching me? When I asked the doctor if he was going to put on new gloves he told me this is not a sterile environment. Um, it’s a hospital, shouldn’t it be a sterile environment?

5. Germs everywhere (realizing that this not a sterile environment). The woman in the ‘room’ across from mine was diagnosed with mono. We had the same doctor. What’s to say I didn’t pick up mono in the hospital? When I asked the doctor about that, he brushed it off and asked if I came into contact with her. Hello? He did! He was in contact with her, and me. Shouldn’t she be in a room with a sealed door, not just a curtain dividing her from the hallway! And if I am really going to go nuts, shouldn’t she have a completely different medical team that is dressed in space suits so none of us get any of her germs?

6. I have never just walked into an ER before, as a patient, alone. I have typically traveled by ambulance and I am usually in some sort of shock. Going in as a walk-in, you can see it’s really quite efficient. Before I was done registering, I was already being called into triage. Got out of triage and settled into the waiting area, no more than 2 minutes later, I was called in for more insurance stuff and before we were done I was called to my ‘room.’ Then I waited – but not too long because…

7. The nurse was in within minutes, and the doctor was in pretty soon after that, which is nerve-wracking because you never want to be the worst one in the ER.

8. I am really funny when I am scared. Cracking jokes with the nurse, with the guys wheeling me around to various tests and even with the doctor. Scare the shit out of me and I am a regular stand-up comedienne.

9. When they make you drink a lot of liquids for tests, of course you are going to have long pees (is that a word?). The toilet is set to automatically flush like 10 seconds after you sit down. Really? Someone should reset that flush setting if they are going to make you drink a gallon of liquid.

10. The lab techs must be good poker players because every single tech I encountered didn’t reveal anything on their faces. ‘Wait for the doctor’ they say. For one of the tests there were students in the room. I couldn’t get anything from their faces either. That must be one of the first things they learn…don’t show anything on your face so the patient can freak out waiting for answers just a little longer.

11. Assuming the worst, and being in a room alone, gets the mind thinking. So I came up with a list of 25 (or so) questions for the doctor. Because the worst didn’t happen, I only got to ask 3.

12. Daytime TV seriously sucks.

13. There is no volume control on the remote. The only volume available was far too loud. I could hear the program on the TV in the ‘room’ next door without even having my volume on. This must be so annoying for the staff when it’s a full ER.

14. Surprisingly, the Weather Channel on mute is kind of calming.


Their Grammar Sucks

In the past few days, I have received business emails from several different emails that included the following text…

“You should of received…” and… “Do to some scheduling…” and “We’re glad your happy.”

This makes my skin crawl. While I am not the grammar queen, I still like to speak and write proper English.

While I am the kind of person that circles typos in take out menus (yes, I really do this), should I have to be doing that on work emails as well? It doesn’t annoy me so much on a text message or on quick email exchanges back and forth between friends, but a professional email? Come ON!

It probably stems from the fact that while growing up my mom would make me reword my sentences if they weren’t proper grammar – in mid-conversation!

ME: “Mom, I want to blah blah blah.”

MOM: “What?”

ME: “You heard me, I want to blah blah blah.”

MOM: “What?”

By the second time I usually understood what she was doing and I would have to rephrase my sentence.

This happened growing up, but she’s been known to still do it every now and then. In fact, sometimes she sends me notes on my sentence structure on a few blog posts. It’s like I have a proofreader at the ready.

sidenote: I was going to make the subject of this blog post “You’re Grammar Sux” but the incorrect use of ‘you’re’ when it should be ‘your’ along with the short hand ‘sux’ irked me so much that I had to change it to proper English before I hit the publish button.