Sunday, January 08, 2006

Moi, Moi, and More Moi

I've been tagged (thanks Bex!) and thank God, because now I needn't think up anything clever. Plus it gets my mind off of other not-so-fun things. So thanks again, Bex!

The difficulty I have with these things is that I fail to realize that I am much more interesting to myself, possibly, than to the general public. It's a real problem, people.

Four jobs you've had in your life:
1) In college, I was hired by the Mass. Transit Authority to drive a modified bus for handicapped people. In Boston. The pay was great. So, OK, maybe a few handicapped people fell on the floor occasionally. And maybe there was the occasional overhang that got ripped off, due to the bus' height. Nobody's perfect.

2) In college, I worked the night shift at the most disgusting nursing home on earth. I "worked" from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. The only work involved was getting the patients out of bed at 6:30 a.m.,, cleaning them up, and dressing them, The rest of the time, I, and the rest of the staff slept. The nursing home was in Brighton, Mass., on Commonwealth Ave., and if it's still there, it should definitely be closed.

3) In college, I was a barmaid at Bunratty's (in Boston—or more accurately, Allston). On pitcher night. Perhaps where I developed my intense dislike of beer?

4) In college (see a pattern here?), I worked for three years as a personal care attendant, getting handicapped students up in the morning and putting them to bed at night. This also paid a lot (relatively).

5) (Sorry, I have to add #5, see above note about finding myself fascinating): In college, I worked at a place called "The Learning Guild," doing secretarial work. The Learning Guild put on health-related productions in schools across the state. I worked in a very chic renovated building in South Boston, with some very very funny people, and laughed my ass off most of the time. Once, one of the principals asked me to make him coffee and I refused. He then asked me back to his office and asked "What exactly do you do here?" I had no good answer. I survived there til I graduated. One time, just for kicks, at an office party, we Xeroxed money and used it to light cigarettes. Good times, people.

(And yes, I held all these jobs simultaneously. In the snow.)

Four movies you could watch over and over:
"The Best Years of Our Lives";
"Truly, Madly, Deeply";
"Woman of the Year"; and
"Adam's Rib."

Four places you've lived:
New Haven, Conn.; Arlington, Va.,; Richmond, Va.; Bethesda, Md.

Four TV shows you love to watch:
Masterpiece Theater; Mystery; (don't even think of calling me at 9 p.m. on Sunday); I Love Lucy; and The Honeymooners (See? I am both high- and low-brow at the exact same time.) Oh, and LOST, until I missed three episodes. Now I have to wait til reruns next summer, cuz there is just no catching up.

Four places you've been on vacation: :
San Francisco; a cross-country (ok, I admit it)— bus tour— of Ireland; Wellfleet, Mass.; and London

Four websites you visit daily:
Every one of the RBF (but never at work!!); CNET; New York Times; Wash Post; various political blogs; when I have LOADS of time, Television Without Pity. [Edited.]

Four of your favorite foods:
I'm not hungry right now. Chocolate, but only the very, very best. Oh, currently addicted to Starbucks blueberry scones, which have heroin in them and should obviously be outlawed.

Four places you'd rather be:
England, Ireland, or England, or Ireland. I'd settle for somewhere in Canada. Or Maine. Somewhere dark and depressing, though. Or Boston, in a pinch.

Four albums you can't live without:

(These first two I have to borrow from Bex, cuz we have the same taste!): My Aim Is True - Elvis Costello; Skylarking - XTC; then: Beat the Retreat--covers of songs by Richard Thomspon; anything actually sung by Richard Thompson, (who I will one day be marrying); R.E.M. (couldn't possibly choose just one); June Tabor (very dark and depressing!); and then, alright, I admit it: The Indigo Girls who have been reduced to a stereotype but are actually unbelievably talented artists. Oh, and Dylan. And the Beatles. Stop me...

Four vehicles I've owned:

My first car was a neon orange Austin America (at least I think that's what it was called, though I just googled it but can't find anything by that name but the newspaper in Texas) but it looked just like this (and I looked just like the young ladies enjoying lunch):

bought at auction by my mother's boyfriend; next, in Boston, I drove a Nissan 510, this time neon green (the axel broke while I was driving it; I paid $999 for it; it lasted one month); a VW Fastback (1980) with gen-u-ine leather seats; then some kind of Ford station wagon when NOD was born (can't remember the name of it; it was that nondescript. When it was towed away after the engine blew, NOD cried. She was four); and a very very fun Mazda MX3 (blew the engine on that one too...).

Let's see, who should I tag next? I tag YOU.


susie said...

I laughed at your "me" comments. Yeah, it's weird to write so much about yourself, isnt' it? I enjoyed reading yours, though. #5--LOL!!

Black Knight said...

The next time you can write a book about yourself! I see that the epidemic are becoming usual among the runners. When the second instalments?

jeanne said...

Geeze, that post seemed a lot shorter--and funnier--at midnight! I shouldn't be allowed near a computer after 10 p.m. Everything seems so witty and clever late at night. I need a very mean editor.

DREW said...

Go to the itunes site and you can download and watch previous LOST episodes for $2 each to get yourself caught up. Don't need an ipod, just a computer.

Rae said...

Ha!! I could NEVER dress a bus! I'd wipe out the whole city.

Trust me, you haven't missed a THING on Lost! It's been so dull lately.

Bolder said...

wow, that work experience was impressive... good thing i put on my anti-tag Action Hero gear before I read this post.

but, thanks for sharing!

David said...

Ed Week, huh? So you're the one that starts my day off with a buzz in my pocket and that first email.