Baltimore, crabs ... get it? Truth be told, even puns are not making me giggle anymore. The transition to a new city has been a little harder than expected. Things like I had to buy a car, and I cannot walk anywhere really irks me.
And this negative attitude seems to have permeated to other aspects of my life. For instance, right now my chinese office mate is smacking some kind of chinese candy. She does this every afternoon, and it drives me crazy. I want to buy her something crunchy or something quiet so I do not have to hear her slurp and smack her lips constantly.
Filling the hours outside of work can be difficult. To amuse myself I like to go to Ikea, which is only 8 miles away. My favorite part of the store is the food stuffs, Anna's ginger cookies and Wasa crackers. But last week, I was just irritated as I was mobbed by a million couples. Normally, I would never begrudge a couple their coupleness, but I was feeling a little bitter that at least if I had a significant other I would have someone to talk to everyday.
Being crabby, can also translate into being bitchy. For instance, I went to an all Ivy mixer in DC. I brought along a friend of a friend who wants to go out more. I have never met her before. We met at the bar. She was friendly, and genuinely nice. We had a pretty good time considering we were the only people at the event under the age of 40. Let me reword that, we were the only people at the event who looked like they were under 40. However, even though I should have been happy to have this night out, I was put off by the friend of a friend's comment. She said, "Oh this was fun. But next time I am going to help you get ready. I am really good with makeovers." Hrrumph. In my mind, I replied "Listen, bitch. I am wearing jeans and a cashmere t because in my line of work that is considered dressed up. I rather that then wear your nasty polyester black pants and your dowdy ass cardigan set." In reality, I said, "Oh that's a thought."
Hopefully, now that the weather is getting better and the real Maryland blue crabs are coming into season, I will be less of a crab. We'll see.
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Today, the tech is eating an apple. I don't know why her constant sluping is grossing me out so much. It is also the clicking of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Sigh.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Not to detract from the point of this post, but I'm also a big Ikea food fan. I love those ginger cookies and but a pack every time I go. I am also a complete sucker for the meatball meal with lingonberry(sp?) sauce. Last time we went, we noticed that they sell a meatball meal kit. SO GOOD.
We always see pregnant people at Ikea. Amazing.
Nora and I had a Friday date at Ikea recently...she didn't notice that it was all couply couples picking out furniture, but I did. I was glad I had Nora. In response to the makeover, why don't you meet her half way? Where jeans and a dowdy ass cardigan set! Finally, why don't you send me your annoying lab mate and I'll send you Jeff.
I love a cashmere t. That's way cooler than dowdy ass cardigan set. I didn't notice anyone at IKEA except the furniture, the big pretzel, and the containers to organize my life. I'm going to be sooooooo organized in every aspect.
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