Good Fortune?

"Delight in your good fortune. You're holding a great beer and you have wonderful friends."

This sums up my hiatus in Breckenridge. I almost didn't go thanks to stress, but I am so glad that I did. For some reason, I always feel great when I visit Lindsay, even despite the different circumstances this year. I got a solid day of skiing in and my boots even felt good enough that my leg strength was what held me back. We hung out, drank great beer, chatted, made new wonderful friends. I also decided to stick around for Breck beer fest, which was awesome. Sitting there, holding a beer, listening to music with the mountains around us, I felt like myself. For the first time in a long time.

I am glad I decided to escape, because good beer and wonderful friends is about all of the good fortune I've had lately. Starting with the weekend after the birthday, the following has occurred:

1) losing drivers license
2) fraud on debit card
3) messed up with boy
4) fight with friend
5) fight with car dealership
6) stolen cell phone and camera
8) fender bender with neighbor
9) sick cat

Not to mention my nose squeak and missing all my doctors appointments (thanks to fender bender.) 
So if things come in 3s, or multiples of, can I be done now? Thanks.

Catch Up

So life has been crazy. Busy good, busy stressful.

26 was spent on a plane to London to visit Marni. Good times.
The following weekend was spent celebrating with friends and purchasing the car from hell.
Love the car, hate the dealership. Too much stress.
Then off to Vegas for work. Where I proceed to meet my soulmate, but don't get his number. Fail.
Find soulmate, but no response - sadness
One of best friends decides to be retarded - even more sadness.
Feel loved by others - wonderful.
Work - stressful.

All of this sums up to blah.

Funk

I've been having a good time, but somehow I'm still in a funk. We go out, and I have a good time, then I get home and feel horrible. I feel like I can't compete, like I don't have "it" anymore. Did I ever have it, anyway? It feels like I did. Where did it go I wonder...

I've been taking my medicine so I don't know what the deal is.

I'm not sure how to pull myself out, especially with all the stress. Work is rough, I'm stressed out about money, trying to cut back so I'm bummed about missing the ski season.

So I just sit at home in my pjs... knowing I'm missing the beautiful weather, knowing I'm missing the fun. But I still can't make myself move.

The Golden Parachute Lands Close To Home

Last week at weekly dinner Matt and I were talking (arguing) about executive compensation. I said they should do it like Delta does: if we don't make a profit (or, like this year, swing to a 1.6 billion dollar loss), we don't get a profit sharing check.

Whoops, I spoke too soon.

I'm all for getting everybody back to the pre-bankruptcy days, but shouldn't that include everybody? Like, the employees, maybe? And now is a good time to act like you're shafting the employees... except not so much, since the NWA union is handing out propaganda every day.

And sure, you can put their pay "at risk" by giving them stock options - that way they're invested in the success of the company, right?

Oh wait. Except they keep "donating" what they can't sell (tax break!) and the second they can sell, they do - like the day the stock hit 12 dollars and certain execs sold millions of dollars worth of stock.

Awesome.

So, Richard, where's my check/bonus/retention incentive? And is 2.5 million (based on today's stock price) about 3% of your salary? Cause that's the raise the rest of the employees get to look forward to.

He's Just Not That Into Me

Tonight I went to see He's Just Not Into You with a few of my favorite ladies. It's the topic at hand, I suppose. I have been craving some boy attention, even enough to try to generate it from sources that are clearly not interested. Hopefully that doesn't make me as pathetic as Gigi.

I remember seeing the preview to that movie. I was at a movie with Danny. I joked about him not being into me, about buying the book. If only I had...

...speaking of which, I've read another book by one of the authors, but not this one. I thought maybe I'd feel a little better about me, about not seeming to be able to compete for boys when I go out, but nope... all I could identify with was Gigi, and all that movie did was leave me feeling sappy and sad.

And, honestly, most of the time I'm liking the single life. I don't usually put myself first, and I think this time is good for me. But that's only most of the time, and not at this moment...

Update

As Marni pointed out, I haven't written in a while. I've wanted to, but I've been busy. There has been some partying, some meeting new people, some skiing. And then of course there's the being happy every time the radio turns on and I hear our President speaking...

Eight Years Waiting

Finally. I think today would've been huge even it we hadn't inaugurated America's first African American president. Things are so sucky, people are so tired of this crap, we really are ready for change.

And boy were we excited. Not only that someone well-spoken, tolerant, educated, and knowledgeable is coming into office. It's that despite the intolerance and all other crap that's taken place this decade, we could still get it together enough to change the course of America.

Just hearing him speak outlines the differences that we're about to see. I could listen to Mr. Obama speak for hours. As opposed to the other... 

I'm even more excited, because I helped elect this president. Sure, my votes in Georgia don't count. But I was there, I raised money, I handed out stickers. I no longer say "this is not my president."

There are a few days in my lifetime where I know I'm watching major history unfold. Those times where I know exactly where I was and what I was doing and how it felt. September 11. The Columbia. The beginning of the Iraq war. And now, the inauguration of America's first black president...

...and here's hoping that he can tackle this mess we're in.