Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I am the queen of the impulse buyers. It’s a disease really, I have no control over my actions when I’m in a state of not needing something, but desperately wanting it. For example, a t-shirt that I desperately wanted was reprinted on Threadless this week, and the moment I received notice, I ordered it.¹ But why would I want to pay shipping for only a single shirt? Needless to say, I ordered four shirts ($40) at that time. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. However, not one week ago did my package containing five shirts arrive from the same site ($50). Fours days ago, I received two pairs of shoes ($160), and yesterday, a hoodie ($75) arrived. All of these were purchased with little to no thought except to which shoes would go with which shirts. All purchasing decisions were made in less than two minutes.
And now you ask, "How does this qualify as super random? These are not random occurrences, but a definite purchasing pattern." I agree with this completely. However, the average amount that I spend on impulse shopping is around $100. This past weekend, I decidedly upped that average with the purchase of a Mini Cooper. Within less than a week, I felt the need to buy a car and then went out and got one. For such a large purchase, I’d say it qualifies as the ultimate impulse buy. Despite my recklessness, I bought a car well within my means to own and maintain. So while my impulses may be hard² to ignore, I do have some ability to make sure they’re manageable to a certain extent.
¹ The e-mail also told me about the $10/shirt sale.
Friday, November 10, 2006
I’m an analytical writer. Most of my job consists of looking things up and then writing long reports about them. It does not require much interaction with my co-workers. The only people I actually need to speak with are the director, the members of an expert panel to whom I present my reports, and the administrative assistant. I’ve never had any problems functioning in office settings in the past, but something new came up today.¹ I had forgotten to include some data with all the reports that got mailed out to the panel yesterday and needed to send them out as soon as possible, so I asked the assistant to do it. I’ve never needed anything from the assistant until this point, and it felt weird to ask her to do shit for me for a couple of reasons:
1. Until this job, I was always at the bottom of the office hierarchy. Even when I wasn’t necessarily someone’s bitch, I had to do all of my clerical/administrative tasks myself. There simply wasn’t anyone willing/able to do it for me. In other jobs, I was the office bitch and had to deal with many people’s constant idiocy. In a work setting, it’s new and different for me to have someone else do things that I really could do myself but prefer not to.
2. The assistant is older than me, not by much, but she is. I’m guessing around 26-27ish compared to my age of less than 26-27ish. This isn’t really a significant difference, but it is there. I’ve always been raised to respect/defer to people older than me, no matter what the age difference, and have generally held by this rule for most people.² It’s strange to have rank over someone older than me. It just feels awkward.
I’ve never been the boss of anyone before this, but I should get used to it soon enough. It’s just weird to have someone to do shit for me. The worst thing that could happen is my going on a huge power trip, which would lead to having the assistant do things like pick up my dry-cleaning or systematically take over small, defenseless countries so as to build up my base(es) of operations in a bid to take over the world. If this pans out, I’ll soon rule a world in which all people’s job title is “Assistant to the Glorious Supreme Sovereign.”
And to think this will all begin with having someone do my mailing.
¹ It’s not problematic, just new.
² This is unless we get to be friends, in which case I’ll expose them to my particular brand of sarcasm/cynicism/haterade.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Would your 10 year old self look at you now with sadness?
* Nothing should bleed for 5-7 days without dying. It's not right.