Thursday, March 22, 2012
Admitting some people were right...and some people were wrong
...also known as putting my television viewing habits out there for the world to see.
Inspired by this EPIC ARTICLE about how Buffy "ruined" the posters life, I have too have since decided to list the 5 ways my television viewing habits "ruined my life"... and then the 5 reasons television has changed my life, made it better and continues to make it awesome.
1) I watched so much television as a kid (ahem, ahem the aforementioned Buffy) that to this day I can still quote random episodes of Buffy (tell you the season it was from, the name of the episode and probably the next line, who said it and the context), the other night at dinner I made a super random, obscure and somewhat incomplete reference to Full House... (the best part being my roommate knew exactly what I was talking about, but this isn't about her viewing habits). I am literally a walking encyclopedia (props if you know how that is actually said) of 90's, early 2000's television. I can name random things like who won the emmy and for what during certain years, I can tell you random details of many an Olympic broadcast from that time.
Ya know what I cannot tell you? A damn fact I learned in AP History! Sure I learned a lot of other things that stuck with me (how to not procrastinate, how to pick up on minor themes in complicated literature, how to have an actual full out debate with a classmate about said minor themes, time management, how to do something right the first time etc.) but as far as actual facts, and dates and people go? Not. A. Damn. Thing. It should come as no to surprise to you that I got a 2 on the AP History exam. An exam that cost my parents something like $76 they probably didn't have to spend on a test that I was destine to fail. My head is (and continues to be) full of random, useless TV facts, quotes, episode titles, song lyrics, cast lists, random imdb facts that no one ever really pays attention too, but come facts and details I learned, or rather heard, in AP History? Not one thing comes to mind at this point in time. And other than the dreaded AP exam, I did pretty well in the class, was I at the top... no. Was I at the bottom... also no... but years later I got nothing.
2) I secretly hoped my senior prom would be some "perfect high school moment" and it would be all the glitz and magic I saw on TV. I would have an amazing pink dress, and while the lead up to my prom might have been something of a disaster (see Buffy, Dawson's Creek, Saved by the Bell, Dj's senior prom on Full House (not Steve's!), and for that matterShe's All That) the actual night would be amazing, and somehow everything would turn out the way I had always dreamed.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but that's not what happened. Though to be fair, my HS did have the prom in the gym, so that was sort of like TV. Thank God, I have awesome friends who were there, otherwise it would have been even worse. For starters, my amazing pink dress? Was a not so amazing homemade salmon colored dress...(long story short I had bigger than DD's so nothing I could find in stores would fit without massive alterations and my mom just lost her job a few months previous so...) that still didn't fit right. My hair frizzed, my dress didn't fit right and my mom and I spent all afternoon trying to figure out how I could wear it without the aforementioned bigger than DD's wouldn't fly out all over the place. I missed the pictures my friends all gathered together to take at another friends house (though they all showed up on my doorstep an hour later to make sure pictures could still be taken) everyone had a date but me, my purse didn't match my dress, the food was icky, and the bracelet I wore made it so halfway through the prom my arm started to itch and turn red with what I remember to be hives... no perfect prom moment there.
3) In a world before DVR, and little sisters who would sometimes hit the wrong buttons on the VCR so things wouldn't get recorded, I sometimes didn't go out when invited so I could watch my favorite shows. In fact in 2004, I spent all 16 days of the Olympics at my house watching them with rapt report...I couldn't get enough, it was summer vacation the last couple of weeks of summer... and I didn't want to go out! I wonder if I alienated people in this process? I wonder if this is now why I'm sometimes way happier to sit at home with my cats and watch TV then venture out into the loud crowded sometimes sticky and always expensive bars in the city I call home. I love the idea of coming home from work sitting in my snuggy with my cats and watching reruns of Law and Order SVU, America's Next Top Model and Cupcake wars... I also love that idea on a day off!! It might even have made me a bit lazy!
4) I sometimes cannot fall asleep without background noise and the glow of a faint tv/laptop/computer/iphone screen... I've apparently become accustomed to ever present sound of TV. Also, because of this I have the attention span of a small child and cannot sit still at all, ever and have a hard time paying attention to one thing at a time (as I write this, the TV is def on next to me)
5) My TV viewing habits are costing me money. I subscribe to Netflix, Huluplus, Direct TV with HD DVR... and I am currently considering upping my tier with Direct TV for ONE (kind of an important but still ONE) channel. In fact those same Olympics in 2004 cost me money too, not because I had to pay for them, but because in order to get cable before the Olympics I had to pay the $100 installation charge, had I waited till after the Olympics when the next available appointment actually was, it would have been free installation. I was a broke student at the time.
Now a days when the economy is a mess, and I still work in an unpredictable industry, these seemingly little expenses are probably not a necessity.
So, there you have it folks, my TV habits have made, dumb, delusional, antisocial/lazy, ADD, and broke. Just like scientists and parents have been saying for years!!
However, in all reality, TV has actually made my life better...check bac tomorrow for how!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Why (not) Me?
In an age where we glorify people who do nothing but "occupy" a particular area all day, and not those who "occupy" say jobs all day, when rich celebutards can whine about an unhappy marriage after only giving it a go for 72 days, .... we hear a whole lot of "Why me?"
After some consideration I have my own question. Why NOT me?
I come from a small town in the middle of no where, unless you went to one of the colleges near by, bought a piece of Steuben Glass, happen to be an expert on Mark Twain, or ever happened to Google where Correll Wear comes from, you've probably never heard of it. You've probably never given much thought, and you may never even give the area I grew up in another thought after reading this.
All and all pretty unremarkable, pretty normal, pretty vanilla, and so much like many other small towns all over American. One could guess a town that has been considered a "depressed area" for sometime, maybe there isn't a lot going on. So maybe it's not a town where you expect really amazing people to out of. But you'd be wrong... below is a list of some pretty well known people who I share an area code with
Eileen Collins- First Female Space Shuttle Comander
Ernie Davis - First African American to win the Heisman, NFL Player
Carl Sagan-Astronomer, Cornell Professor, NASA Consultant (and author of one of my favorite books of all time Contact)
Brian Williams- NBC News Anchor, Nightly News w/Brian Williams, Rock Center (he's no Matt Lauer but he's still awesome!)
Tommy Hilfiger- Noted Fashion Designer
Joey Sindelar- PGA Golfer
Mark Twain-if you don't know who Mark Twain that's just sad (and maybe not necessarily from my area code but he spent a lot of time there so it counts!)
Kirt Manwaring- MLB Player
Dustin Brown - NHL Player, Los Angeles Kings
Rod Serling- Ithaca College (my alma matter) Professor, Emmy Award Winning Television Producer/Writer -The Twilight Zone (fine he was born in Syracuse but Ithaca claims him as their own)
Molly Huddle- US Track and Field
(on a personal note) The the "607" also boasts a member of the 2011 NCA National Championship DII Cheerleading Team, and a 5 Time NCAA All American Gymnast, and (two really excellent ladies that I'm proud to know)
And whole host of other people who's names we probably don't know yet (maybe even one of those names will be mine) the point is any one can become something better than what they were before.
All these people came from humble beginnings, working from towns in the middle of nowhere, and maybe they aren't in the 1%, maybe they aren't the people that society seems to be holding on a pedestal these days, and maybe somedays when things were hard, they (like so many seem to do) asked why me? But if they can overcome obstacles, injuries, everyone telling them they can't because of race, or gender or anything else that might have stopped them, why can't I? Why can't you?
Everything for me is about to change again, and I'm sure somedays I'll ask myself what the hell, why aren't things working out for me? But I think I'll use this list to remind me that the real question isn't "why me?" the real question is "Why NOT me?" if all these other people from my hometown can do it, can be better, can make it, "Why NOT me?"
Why not me indeed?
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Putting My real age out there...
Though I realize I mentioned in my last post that I was 26, so I've I already done that, but I will do it again now that I have officially entered my "late 20's" the "almost 30" years of my 20's. I am now(ye gods) 27! To be honest, I look forward to 30, so it's not the OMG I'm almost 30 and 30 is old (it's not) thing that I'm afraid of. I'm more afraid of 27, 28, and 29. It's the tail end of my 20's, a decade where you can get away with things you cannot get away with in your 30's.
27 to me is the age where you're close enough to 30 where you actually have to start thinking about it, and far enough away from 30 where you still have enough time to really enjoy your 20's and maybe hit a few more goals . So my friends, I've made a list, of 30 things I want to do before I'm 30. Some things are to help set up my 30's, some are to round out my 20's, some are superficial, some are practical it (like my 20's) is a bit of mess, a little bit heartfelt, a little bit insane, and fun.
Here it is below, with some explanation and no particular order.
1) Move back to Los Angeles (though to be fair this really shouldn't count because I'm putting it out there to the world that I'd like to do this before 27.5)
2) Start my Masters (I would have put finish my masters, but since I haven't actually started them yet and I refuse to give up my job/life for 2 years to get my masters full time, I'm just hoping to start them)
3) Actually finish a writing a book (I've got many started, one that actually has more 20 pages and ideas all over notebooks, sticky notes and hard drives, it's time to get one done)
4) Go Sky-Diving
5) Actually get to my goal weight and size and be more physically fit (they say 28 is the year you are most likely to loose weight, stick to a diet and have a more standardize exercise plan, and keep it off long term... also people over a certain weight can't do number 4, and not that I'm at that weight where I can't , but I'd like to make sure I don't get there)
6) Buy a new car (actually be able to pick out the car I want, in the color I want with the features I want and have it all in my own name etc.)
7)Improve my credit (made some mistakes in my 20's, and I'm just now starting to undo them, getting better slowly but surely)
8) Be part of a team that gets nominated for/wins an Emmy (as a kid I wanted to win my "own Emmy" by 30, now I realize just like it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to make a TV show and I wouldn't have it any other way
9) Get a Dog (a grown up step that doesn't involve buying a house/getting married/having a kid a good solid step)
10) Actually have a serious relationship (but since I refuse to ever date a co-worker, and I'm a work-aholic, and I just wasn't into online dating, I'm not really sure how I plan to meet anyone, but I think I'd like to come home to someone other than my cats)
11) Read War&Peace (okay maybe not this one but it sounds good right...has anyone actually read War&Peace, does anyone actually listen to Freebird?)
12) Finish Rosetta Stone and become at lease conversational in Spanish (mi gato es grande isn't really helpful anywhere)
13) Physically be at another Olympic Games(since I turn 30 in 2014 this leaves London 2012 or Sochi 2014)
16) Be the lead Producer on a project/segments
17) Visit a Foreign Country (I guess this would happen if 13 happened... hmmm oh well)
18) Get a tattoo (somehow having a tattoo over 30 seems more acceptable than getting one, shrugs)
19) Meet Tina Fey, she's pretty much my TV/Professional Idol (maybe work with who knows)
20) Meet Matt Lauer, cause well he's Matt Lauer (maybe work with ya know)
21) Actually start planning for grown up life (like adding more to 401k start saving for something like a down payment for property or something?)
22) Buy a couch (this one sounds strange but in my head a couch is a very grown up purchase, and I have yet to make said purchase, my current couch is a hand me down and the ones I had before were futons or from Craigslist)
23) Buy an overpriced designer handbag
24) Put some actual art for my walls
25) Get something published (not really sure what, maybe the book I'll someday finish, maybe a poem, an article in something who knows)
26) Pitch a new TV show, maybe even shoot the pilot etc etc
27) Work a big budget Hollywood film (this is something I've yet to do, and I think it might be fun)
28) Actually go to Vegas (despite living 4 hours from Vegas for years, I've only ever driven through it)
29) Get a digital SLR and take a photography class (maybe I can put my own pictures on the wall as art)
30) Visit Nappa Valley, do a Nappa Valley wine tour. (mmm wine)
31) (because really 1 doesn't count) Actually see U2 in concert (when I did go visit LA this year (long story) I had to sell my tickets so ergo I still haven't seen U2 in concert)
27 to me is the age where you're close enough to 30 where you actually have to start thinking about it, and far enough away from 30 where you still have enough time to really enjoy your 20's and maybe hit a few more goals . So my friends, I've made a list, of 30 things I want to do before I'm 30. Some things are to help set up my 30's, some are to round out my 20's, some are superficial, some are practical it (like my 20's) is a bit of mess, a little bit heartfelt, a little bit insane, and fun.
Here it is below, with some explanation and no particular order.
1) Move back to Los Angeles (though to be fair this really shouldn't count because I'm putting it out there to the world that I'd like to do this before 27.5)
2) Start my Masters (I would have put finish my masters, but since I haven't actually started them yet and I refuse to give up my job/life for 2 years to get my masters full time, I'm just hoping to start them)
3) Actually finish a writing a book (I've got many started, one that actually has more 20 pages and ideas all over notebooks, sticky notes and hard drives, it's time to get one done)
4) Go Sky-Diving
5) Actually get to my goal weight and size and be more physically fit (they say 28 is the year you are most likely to loose weight, stick to a diet and have a more standardize exercise plan, and keep it off long term... also people over a certain weight can't do number 4, and not that I'm at that weight where I can't , but I'd like to make sure I don't get there)
6) Buy a new car (actually be able to pick out the car I want, in the color I want with the features I want and have it all in my own name etc.)
7)Improve my credit (made some mistakes in my 20's, and I'm just now starting to undo them, getting better slowly but surely)
8) Be part of a team that gets nominated for/wins an Emmy (as a kid I wanted to win my "own Emmy" by 30, now I realize just like it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to make a TV show and I wouldn't have it any other way
9) Get a Dog (a grown up step that doesn't involve buying a house/getting married/having a kid a good solid step)
10) Actually have a serious relationship (but since I refuse to ever date a co-worker, and I'm a work-aholic, and I just wasn't into online dating, I'm not really sure how I plan to meet anyone, but I think I'd like to come home to someone other than my cats)
11) Read War&Peace (okay maybe not this one but it sounds good right...has anyone actually read War&Peace, does anyone actually listen to Freebird?)
12) Finish Rosetta Stone and become at lease conversational in Spanish (mi gato es grande isn't really helpful anywhere)
13) Physically be at another Olympic Games(since I turn 30 in 2014 this leaves London 2012 or Sochi 2014)
14) Work on a major international/national event (the Super Bowl, the X-Games, World Cup Soccer, The GOP, the Democratic National Convention, something big )
16) Be the lead Producer on a project/segments
17) Visit a Foreign Country (I guess this would happen if 13 happened... hmmm oh well)
18) Get a tattoo (somehow having a tattoo over 30 seems more acceptable than getting one, shrugs)
19) Meet Tina Fey, she's pretty much my TV/Professional Idol (maybe work with who knows)
20) Meet Matt Lauer, cause well he's Matt Lauer (maybe work with ya know)
21) Actually start planning for grown up life (like adding more to 401k start saving for something like a down payment for property or something?)
22) Buy a couch (this one sounds strange but in my head a couch is a very grown up purchase, and I have yet to make said purchase, my current couch is a hand me down and the ones I had before were futons or from Craigslist)
23) Buy an overpriced designer handbag
24) Put some actual art for my walls
25) Get something published (not really sure what, maybe the book I'll someday finish, maybe a poem, an article in something who knows)
26) Pitch a new TV show, maybe even shoot the pilot etc etc
27) Work a big budget Hollywood film (this is something I've yet to do, and I think it might be fun)
28) Actually go to Vegas (despite living 4 hours from Vegas for years, I've only ever driven through it)
29) Get a digital SLR and take a photography class (maybe I can put my own pictures on the wall as art)
30) Visit Nappa Valley, do a Nappa Valley wine tour. (mmm wine)
31) (because really 1 doesn't count) Actually see U2 in concert (when I did go visit LA this year (long story) I had to sell my tickets so ergo I still haven't seen U2 in concert)
So there you have it folks, my 30 things to do before I turn 30. I think it's totally realistic and possible, and maybe this will now be the focus of my blog, as it's been over a year since I tried to put myself out there, and to be honest, I don't think I did that very well, in fact I think I sort of exiled myself in new and different ways. Oh well, time to push forward and enjoy and rock the last 3 years of 20's.... let's do this!!
And now though I ask you, what is your 30 before 30, or your 31 before 31 or whatever your your list might be?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Putting my 26 year old self out there...
...to my 10th grade self! (this will be totally random but it might just be the swift ass kick I need to get back into this blog!)
After facebooking with a friend I've known since my freshmen year in HS about things that might horrify our 10th grade selves (in this case we were talking about we used to make fun of Giles from Buffy for being old, but our mid/late twenties selves can agree, he's kind of (okay really) good looking) and it made me wonder what else would my 10th grade self be surprised by? What, if I could go back in time would I want my 10th grade self to know now?
I'll start with something that goes against that old cliche, that High School is the best time of your life. It's not.
Don't get me wrong I had a wonderful HS experience, I had a really great group of friends, I was involved, I was busy, I took AP classes, my HS didn't really have a huge click problem and because I tend to give my all to just about anything I'm doing (and I'm a bit of brown-noser) I was pretty well liked by most of teachers. My HS experience was great! But, my college experience was better, and the 4 years I lived in LA while I tried to figure out what the hell someone actually does with "real life" was even better than that.
So I would tell my 10th grade self, that HS is only the best years of your life it you let it be. Enjoy it while it lasts because those 4 years are very important in the formation of whoever the hell it is you are going to be, but if you work hard enough, and just keep on trucking there will only be better times a head. And while HS is great, when it's over and you look back, no matter how great it was, you probably won't want to do it again.
I would tell my 10th grade self that the things I thought were hard then aren't. The problems I was facing then are nothing compared to what's coming out there in the big scary real world, but like all things this to shall pass. I would also tell my 10th grade self that first impressions aren't always correct.
My 10th grade self might be shocked to learn that I'm not teaching great musical discussions, or even working in music at all. Being somewhat tone-deaf, and really really awful at music theory ended that dream pretty early on in my HS career, but honestly I'm in the career I'm supposed to be in. My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that all those videos I made in HS for one project or another, because I didn't want to write another paper, turned in to my passion, an then into my career.
My 10th grade self might be disappointed by the fact that I didn't go to NYU, and then shocked by the fact that I didn't even apply. My 10th grade self would be a little bit angry that I went to the college near by my hometown that I swore I'd never go too, and that I'm so happy I did, because it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
My 10th grade self might be horrified to learn that I'm not married with kids on the way, and I don't live in NYC, and even more horrified to learn that I actually live in a town not much bigger than where I grew up, in suburbia for Christ's sake! My 10th grade self might wonder what the hell I was thinking leaving Los Angeles! (my 26 year old self wonders that sometimes too! But if you knew where I worked you'd prolly tell me I live where I'm supposed to live).
My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that I occasionally interact with people that I didn't really talk to in 10th grade via the Internet, on this crazy thing called Facebook (and blogger) that wasn't even thought of it all those years ago. My 10th grade self might be even more surprised to learn that the people who mattered in 10th grade (and even those who mattered long before) still matter now, are people that I still talk too, and even see occasionally. My 10th grade self would be shocked (jaw on the ground shocked) that person who was my biggest "rival" in HS is now one of my best friends all because we met over coffee one cold night while I was home over break during college.
My 10th grade self would be amazed at the technology I cannot live without these days, the amount of money I pay for a trainer, and the fact that I send my laundry out. My 10th grade self might be upset with the fact that I've become a little bit shallow. While we certainly weren't destitute growing up my family wasn't exactly running around with the latest and greatest technology and we certainly were not what you would consider early adopters, and we certainly didn't pay someone else to do things for us. Though to be fair to my 26 year old self, my 10th grade self wouldn't be surprised by the fact that despite all the new and fancy things I've come to acquire that I still have my stuffed bunny from way back in 3rd grade, and I still have a really sentimental streak that causes me to collect pins and shot glasses and stuffed penguins.
My 10th grade self might be appalled to learn that I'm not totally 100% democrat!! (big gasp shocker I know!!) but that's all I will say on that subject.
My 10th grade self might be relieved to know that I'm super tight with my younger sister who at the time I didn't necessarily always get along with. My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that the 7 year gap between myself and my baby sister reared it's ugly head in my 20's and while I still love and adore her more than most people on the planet, for the first time ever that 7 year gap might as well be different planets, because I just don't get it. My 10th grade self wouldn't be surprised that I still get along with my parents, and probably less surprised that even though I'm now supposedly a grown up I still don't necessarily understand all of their decisions, but I certainly have a new found respect for them, because this being a grown up thing is hard.
My 10th grade self might laugh at the fact that my 26 year old self owns all 7 seasons of Buffy on DVD (and the season 8 comics) on of my favorite movies is still Cruel Intentions, and I no longer giggle how dirty I thought it was in 10th grade. My 10th grade self will be sad to learn that Neil Patrick Harris is gay, as he was my second TV crush. That being said my 10th grade self might be sad to learn that my first TV crush Michael J. Fox has Parkinson's. My 10th grade self will laugh at the fact that I read all the Harry Potters, and I'm a really big Harry Potter dork. My 10th grade self would also laugh at the fact that despite my deep HS crush on David Boreanaz it took my a full 3 seasons before I watched Bones and would totally laugh at the fact that I still had to look up how to spell Boreanaz correctly.
My 10th grade self might be impressed by the fact that I've been to the Olympics! (A dream I had since I was 11) And not only have I been there, I worked there, and then I worked on them again 4 years later. Hell it still spins my 26 year old self's head.
My 10th grade self would be surprised to learn that I started a blog about a year and a half ago and that I don't update nearly as often as I should. My 10th grade self would also be surprised to learn that I have yet to finish writing a novel and my 10th grade self might be sad to learn I don't write nearly as much as I always thought I would.
I wonder if my 10th grade self would like the person my 26 year old self is? I think I am alot more open minded now then I was then, but I think my 10th grade self would be disappointed by some of my newer traits and thus I think there is some room for improvement as far as the things I can still change, but I think my friends that's just life. I think my 10th grade self was more optimistic and idealistic than my 26 year old self, but I'm pretty sure that's why I started this blog, to get some of that back. It's strange but looking at this, right now I think for the first time in a long time I know what I want in life...
I want to be the person my 10th grade self would be proud to be!
After facebooking with a friend I've known since my freshmen year in HS about things that might horrify our 10th grade selves (in this case we were talking about we used to make fun of Giles from Buffy for being old, but our mid/late twenties selves can agree, he's kind of (okay really) good looking) and it made me wonder what else would my 10th grade self be surprised by? What, if I could go back in time would I want my 10th grade self to know now?
I'll start with something that goes against that old cliche, that High School is the best time of your life. It's not.
Don't get me wrong I had a wonderful HS experience, I had a really great group of friends, I was involved, I was busy, I took AP classes, my HS didn't really have a huge click problem and because I tend to give my all to just about anything I'm doing (and I'm a bit of brown-noser) I was pretty well liked by most of teachers. My HS experience was great! But, my college experience was better, and the 4 years I lived in LA while I tried to figure out what the hell someone actually does with "real life" was even better than that.
So I would tell my 10th grade self, that HS is only the best years of your life it you let it be. Enjoy it while it lasts because those 4 years are very important in the formation of whoever the hell it is you are going to be, but if you work hard enough, and just keep on trucking there will only be better times a head. And while HS is great, when it's over and you look back, no matter how great it was, you probably won't want to do it again.
I would tell my 10th grade self that the things I thought were hard then aren't. The problems I was facing then are nothing compared to what's coming out there in the big scary real world, but like all things this to shall pass. I would also tell my 10th grade self that first impressions aren't always correct.
My 10th grade self might be shocked to learn that I'm not teaching great musical discussions, or even working in music at all. Being somewhat tone-deaf, and really really awful at music theory ended that dream pretty early on in my HS career, but honestly I'm in the career I'm supposed to be in. My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that all those videos I made in HS for one project or another, because I didn't want to write another paper, turned in to my passion, an then into my career.
My 10th grade self might be disappointed by the fact that I didn't go to NYU, and then shocked by the fact that I didn't even apply. My 10th grade self would be a little bit angry that I went to the college near by my hometown that I swore I'd never go too, and that I'm so happy I did, because it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
My 10th grade self might be horrified to learn that I'm not married with kids on the way, and I don't live in NYC, and even more horrified to learn that I actually live in a town not much bigger than where I grew up, in suburbia for Christ's sake! My 10th grade self might wonder what the hell I was thinking leaving Los Angeles! (my 26 year old self wonders that sometimes too! But if you knew where I worked you'd prolly tell me I live where I'm supposed to live).
My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that I occasionally interact with people that I didn't really talk to in 10th grade via the Internet, on this crazy thing called Facebook (and blogger) that wasn't even thought of it all those years ago. My 10th grade self might be even more surprised to learn that the people who mattered in 10th grade (and even those who mattered long before) still matter now, are people that I still talk too, and even see occasionally. My 10th grade self would be shocked (jaw on the ground shocked) that person who was my biggest "rival" in HS is now one of my best friends all because we met over coffee one cold night while I was home over break during college.
My 10th grade self would be amazed at the technology I cannot live without these days, the amount of money I pay for a trainer, and the fact that I send my laundry out. My 10th grade self might be upset with the fact that I've become a little bit shallow. While we certainly weren't destitute growing up my family wasn't exactly running around with the latest and greatest technology and we certainly were not what you would consider early adopters, and we certainly didn't pay someone else to do things for us. Though to be fair to my 26 year old self, my 10th grade self wouldn't be surprised by the fact that despite all the new and fancy things I've come to acquire that I still have my stuffed bunny from way back in 3rd grade, and I still have a really sentimental streak that causes me to collect pins and shot glasses and stuffed penguins.
My 10th grade self might be appalled to learn that I'm not totally 100% democrat!! (big gasp shocker I know!!) but that's all I will say on that subject.
My 10th grade self might be relieved to know that I'm super tight with my younger sister who at the time I didn't necessarily always get along with. My 10th grade self might be surprised to learn that the 7 year gap between myself and my baby sister reared it's ugly head in my 20's and while I still love and adore her more than most people on the planet, for the first time ever that 7 year gap might as well be different planets, because I just don't get it. My 10th grade self wouldn't be surprised that I still get along with my parents, and probably less surprised that even though I'm now supposedly a grown up I still don't necessarily understand all of their decisions, but I certainly have a new found respect for them, because this being a grown up thing is hard.
My 10th grade self might laugh at the fact that my 26 year old self owns all 7 seasons of Buffy on DVD (and the season 8 comics) on of my favorite movies is still Cruel Intentions, and I no longer giggle how dirty I thought it was in 10th grade. My 10th grade self will be sad to learn that Neil Patrick Harris is gay, as he was my second TV crush. That being said my 10th grade self might be sad to learn that my first TV crush Michael J. Fox has Parkinson's. My 10th grade self will laugh at the fact that I read all the Harry Potters, and I'm a really big Harry Potter dork. My 10th grade self would also laugh at the fact that despite my deep HS crush on David Boreanaz it took my a full 3 seasons before I watched Bones and would totally laugh at the fact that I still had to look up how to spell Boreanaz correctly.
My 10th grade self might be impressed by the fact that I've been to the Olympics! (A dream I had since I was 11) And not only have I been there, I worked there, and then I worked on them again 4 years later. Hell it still spins my 26 year old self's head.
My 10th grade self would be surprised to learn that I started a blog about a year and a half ago and that I don't update nearly as often as I should. My 10th grade self would also be surprised to learn that I have yet to finish writing a novel and my 10th grade self might be sad to learn I don't write nearly as much as I always thought I would.
I wonder if my 10th grade self would like the person my 26 year old self is? I think I am alot more open minded now then I was then, but I think my 10th grade self would be disappointed by some of my newer traits and thus I think there is some room for improvement as far as the things I can still change, but I think my friends that's just life. I think my 10th grade self was more optimistic and idealistic than my 26 year old self, but I'm pretty sure that's why I started this blog, to get some of that back. It's strange but looking at this, right now I think for the first time in a long time I know what I want in life...
I want to be the person my 10th grade self would be proud to be!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Putting an olive branch out there
I have to wonder though...is it still considered an "Olive Branch" if the person you're extending it too didn't even realize there was a rift? Is it still an "Olive Branch" if the person you're extending it too is the person who should actually be extending it??
I'll admit some reaching out has been done, and I'll admit that I am not 100% blameless, but to put it bluntly it almost feels like too little too late. But I'm reminded of a quote from my favorite show of all time, Buffy, "to forgive is an act of compassion, it's not done because people deserve it, but because they need it."
I think in general I forgive people for hurting me all to easily. But, just so we're clear, if someone hurts someone I love there is very little chance of forgiveness and I will in fact unleash my well hidden (but still awful) bitch mode... you think I'm kidding but I'm really really not. Clearly I've digressed again, this is about forgiveness not my inner bitch coming out to play.
I have this not so hidden desire to make sure everything is okay, with everybody, all the time. It's probably part of my control issues, but I don't like it when people are mad at me, and I don't like being mad at people, so I forgive, often times forget, and move on. And I usually end up getting hurt and pissed off again. I've done my fair share of not nice, mean, stupid and upsetting things and people always seem to forgive my mistakes so why shouldn't I forgive other people's?
It's come to my own attention that I have let people walk all over me for a long time. I have made up excuses for people, and let things slide and watched people continue to do dumb things and maybe even things that I wouldn't forgive other people for. All because they've forgiven me time and time again. But it's come to my attention that I'm not helping anyone with this continuous cycle. I tried to be angry, and upset and even got down on paper all the things I wish I had the strength to actually say, and then just like always it dissipated and I wasn't so angry any more. I came to the conclusion that I just needed to leave well enough alone and let the chips fall where they may, but for many many reasons I couldn't do that either. But even still, I for the first time in a long while was still angry, upset and frustrated, I still am on a lot of levels, but ...
I put myself out there and extended an Olive Branch, and things magically got better, all is right with the world and it's like nothing has ever changed and it's all gravy!
That's a big fat lie, but the Olive Branch has been extended because I was afraid if I didn't do it I'd lose out on some people completely, and though I've threatened to be done with people before, I'm not really ready for that. Or maybe I just not ready to be done with it on terms that aren't my own. Who knows... but despite being, some what angry, upset and frustrated it's like the quote above said, forgiveness is an act of compassion, and if nothing else I'm a pretty compassionate person.
I'll admit some reaching out has been done, and I'll admit that I am not 100% blameless, but to put it bluntly it almost feels like too little too late. But I'm reminded of a quote from my favorite show of all time, Buffy, "to forgive is an act of compassion, it's not done because people deserve it, but because they need it."
I think in general I forgive people for hurting me all to easily. But, just so we're clear, if someone hurts someone I love there is very little chance of forgiveness and I will in fact unleash my well hidden (but still awful) bitch mode... you think I'm kidding but I'm really really not. Clearly I've digressed again, this is about forgiveness not my inner bitch coming out to play.
I have this not so hidden desire to make sure everything is okay, with everybody, all the time. It's probably part of my control issues, but I don't like it when people are mad at me, and I don't like being mad at people, so I forgive, often times forget, and move on. And I usually end up getting hurt and pissed off again. I've done my fair share of not nice, mean, stupid and upsetting things and people always seem to forgive my mistakes so why shouldn't I forgive other people's?
It's come to my own attention that I have let people walk all over me for a long time. I have made up excuses for people, and let things slide and watched people continue to do dumb things and maybe even things that I wouldn't forgive other people for. All because they've forgiven me time and time again. But it's come to my attention that I'm not helping anyone with this continuous cycle. I tried to be angry, and upset and even got down on paper all the things I wish I had the strength to actually say, and then just like always it dissipated and I wasn't so angry any more. I came to the conclusion that I just needed to leave well enough alone and let the chips fall where they may, but for many many reasons I couldn't do that either. But even still, I for the first time in a long while was still angry, upset and frustrated, I still am on a lot of levels, but ...
I put myself out there and extended an Olive Branch, and things magically got better, all is right with the world and it's like nothing has ever changed and it's all gravy!
That's a big fat lie, but the Olive Branch has been extended because I was afraid if I didn't do it I'd lose out on some people completely, and though I've threatened to be done with people before, I'm not really ready for that. Or maybe I just not ready to be done with it on terms that aren't my own. Who knows... but despite being, some what angry, upset and frustrated it's like the quote above said, forgiveness is an act of compassion, and if nothing else I'm a pretty compassionate person.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Putting myself out there and working for free... and then once again learning my own worth
So here, and a couple posts after, I will fill in the blanks
I got back to my parents house the first week of September, and while most people would want a couple of weeks to maybe decompress from everything, as much as I needed to decompress, I didn't.
I started work almost right away for a small production company, as Associate Producer, working for free, which at the time sounded like a good idea. It sounded like it had a lot of promise, it was going to go for about 3 months, and if things went well for said company's projects, maybe just maybe after those 3 months the job would be extended and I could get paid. Just for the record I wasn't the only one not getting paid, essentially we were all hired as free labor.
The working for free situation lasted 3 weeks, and by that I mean, in that span of 21 days I probably went to said job 7 times. I figured I was working for free, I didn't (and wouldn't) go everyday. Even not going every day was costing an arm and a leg.
All ina all it was costing me more money to go into the city, and almost as much as the rent I was having trouble paying for before I moved back east, than the whole situation was worth. Not to mention that even though I wasn't being paid I was expected to be available at all times, on my blackberry to answer emails and phone calls at all hours. This concept wasn't new to me, in fact it wasn't any different than other jobs I've had in production, the difference being, for those other jobs, I was decently well compensated, was working for shows/productions with pretty fast coming actual deadlines, and I knew (for the most part LOL) what I was getting myself into. When I agreed to work for free, I didn't realize a freelance gig for no pay was going to take over my entire life.
For various other reasons other than just no pay (and there were plenty) I put myself out there and broke up with my freelance boss over email, asking her to call me so we could discuss me maybe still helping out from afar on a couple of things I had pitched to her. Not my most mature move, but I'll end this short story with this... "when in Rome..."
So, I was back to square one on the job front, though after my short experience with aforementioned job, I honestly felt like I hadn't ever left. But, not working at job for no pay also meant I wasn't spending any money on going into NYC, and wasn't spending money on lunch and food as I wandered the city. So maybe, being at square one was a good thing. I could go back to my original plan of visiting friends and family on the East Coast, while looking for work kind of all over, and then hoping that certain jobs I wanted would become available sometime after the first of the year.
I will tell you now (because I know you are all dying of suspense, and if you read the post before this you already know) that’s not what happened.
A phone call from a dear friend in Boston offered a new, albeit short but lucrative, opportunity that I jumped at. It meant not only would I be able to meet new people in the production world, in yet another city, it also meant I could catch up with said friend, another very good friend, and visit my grandparents and yet another very good friend in Cape Cod.
Like everything else in recent months, it was it's own adventure.
I got back to my parents house the first week of September, and while most people would want a couple of weeks to maybe decompress from everything, as much as I needed to decompress, I didn't.
I started work almost right away for a small production company, as Associate Producer, working for free, which at the time sounded like a good idea. It sounded like it had a lot of promise, it was going to go for about 3 months, and if things went well for said company's projects, maybe just maybe after those 3 months the job would be extended and I could get paid. Just for the record I wasn't the only one not getting paid, essentially we were all hired as free labor.
The working for free situation lasted 3 weeks, and by that I mean, in that span of 21 days I probably went to said job 7 times. I figured I was working for free, I didn't (and wouldn't) go everyday. Even not going every day was costing an arm and a leg.
All ina all it was costing me more money to go into the city, and almost as much as the rent I was having trouble paying for before I moved back east, than the whole situation was worth. Not to mention that even though I wasn't being paid I was expected to be available at all times, on my blackberry to answer emails and phone calls at all hours. This concept wasn't new to me, in fact it wasn't any different than other jobs I've had in production, the difference being, for those other jobs, I was decently well compensated, was working for shows/productions with pretty fast coming actual deadlines, and I knew (for the most part LOL) what I was getting myself into. When I agreed to work for free, I didn't realize a freelance gig for no pay was going to take over my entire life.
For various other reasons other than just no pay (and there were plenty) I put myself out there and broke up with my freelance boss over email, asking her to call me so we could discuss me maybe still helping out from afar on a couple of things I had pitched to her. Not my most mature move, but I'll end this short story with this... "when in Rome..."
So, I was back to square one on the job front, though after my short experience with aforementioned job, I honestly felt like I hadn't ever left. But, not working at job for no pay also meant I wasn't spending any money on going into NYC, and wasn't spending money on lunch and food as I wandered the city. So maybe, being at square one was a good thing. I could go back to my original plan of visiting friends and family on the East Coast, while looking for work kind of all over, and then hoping that certain jobs I wanted would become available sometime after the first of the year.
I will tell you now (because I know you are all dying of suspense, and if you read the post before this you already know) that’s not what happened.
A phone call from a dear friend in Boston offered a new, albeit short but lucrative, opportunity that I jumped at. It meant not only would I be able to meet new people in the production world, in yet another city, it also meant I could catch up with said friend, another very good friend, and visit my grandparents and yet another very good friend in Cape Cod.
Like everything else in recent months, it was it's own adventure.
Putting my recent history out there
If I were to make a resume for myself for the last 8 months if would look like this. I will give you all the back story later.
Jennifer Lastname
Various Locations, USA
Cell Phone #
Education: B.S. Television/Radio Communciations. Ithaca College-2006
Large Company-CT-November 2010-Present Day
*New Position Just Recently Created in a Department I Have Never Worked in Before
Monitoring incoming and outgoing feeds for multiple networks to assure that content is clear for broadcast. Working very strange and ever changing hours. Apparently impressing upper managment while staying organized and on top of other assigned projects. Volunteering at a really excellnt yearly event. Living in a small town in the middle of no where, while not exactly putting myself out there in as many ways as I could.
Small Production Company-Boston, MA- 4 Days in October 2010
*Script Supervisor
Responsible for maintaining internal continuity and recording the production unit's daily progress in shooting. Taking notes on each take for editing purposes. Eating craft service while crew set up shots, waiting for the sun to move behind a cloud so shooting could continue, getting lost in the city of Boston,never being untime for work and constantly erasing my poorly hand written notes in the script.
Even Smaller Production Company-New York, NY- 3 Weeks (6 days) in September 2010
*Unpaid "Associate Producer"/"Apparent Fund/Capital Raiser"
Researching topics, people and lifestyles for potential reality docu-shows. Preparing research materials for Producer to write pitches of new shows to networks. Trying to find topics, people and lifestyles based of the Producers, ever chaning, poorly worded, and vague descriptions of what according to outdated memos was what networks wanted. Listening to Producer have very private conversations/arguments very publically in the middle of the work day and office. Answering emails, voicemails and phone calls at all hours of the day night and morning. Not working on the documentary I was hired to work on, and trying to find funding for documentaries and local cable access shows despite having no experience in doing so.
Special Skills and Achivements:
*Staying up all night or Waking up at 4am or Sleeping till Noon
*Getting Lost in the city of Boston
*Getting very excited about visiting Penguins
*Packing on the pounds
*Not dieting
*Not going to the gym even though I had a lot of time to do so
*Not blogging even though I had no reason not to, and a great many reasons to do so
*Not dying while driving in the city of Boston, MA
*Quitting a job after 3wks/7 days
*Reconnecting with old friends, and a good chunk of my family
*Painting my bathroom
*Purchasing a new tv
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