Cheap and Cheerful

I spent an odd Christmas this year.  It was the first Christmas I'd spent without both Dean and my family, and both my roommate and my only other close friend are still out of town visiting their families.  As it turned out, I ended up at a nearby bar with a co-worker on Christmas Eve.  It was 7 PM and the place was pretty sad--dark, a few huddled figures at the bar, and dozens of empty tables.  We each had one drink before I stupidly mentioned the all-you-can-drink beer and soju joint right next door.  Enthused, my co-worker managed to convince me to check it out with him.

It was a mistake.  My limit is usually one bottle of soju and that's it.  But that night, I had a strong cocktail at the first bar, then a beer, then one and a half bottles of soju.  I don't even really remember what we talked about--our families, friends, tv shows, work--and I don't even remember walking to a coffee shop after or then walking home, but I know it happened.  I completely passed out when I got home, and the next day, I couldn't get out of bed for several hours.

He's a nice guy, my co-worker.  Well, kind of.  Sarcastic. Dead-pan.  Blunt.  But underneath it all, he's respectful and considerate.  A Korean son.

We hadn't really talked much at work for the last three months.  We'd exchange some pleasantries ("this company is going to fucking kill me") on the roof during a smoke break.  I'd wave if we passed in the halls.  It wasn't until the Christmas party last week that we started talking.  He came up to me at the bar and started chatting.  I was drunk.  He was friendly.  We went and got Korean after to sober up.  After that, we still didn't talk at the office.  And then, somehow--I really don't remember--I ended up inviting him to a bar when I was out with my roommate.  And after that, we've talked every day.  We're friends, but we're secret friends.  It's ridiculous.  It's childish.  But neither of us want to start chatting it up at the office, because I know how this office works and it's a fucking gossip mill from hell.  So we ignore each other at work and text at night.  It's uncomfortable and strange.

I want friends, but this relationship already seems like it's off on the wrong foot.

Buried

The last post I had was pretty depressing, but as I was in a "very dark place" at the time, it was fitting.

I'm going to be getting a divorce in the upcoming months, and even saying those words still sound insane to me.  But it's happening and I am just trying to move forward with it.

I had to take a few days off work once I discovered the truth.  My sister immediately flew out and after she left, my mom took her place for two weeks.  Letters and gifts poured in from relatives and friends, and it took me off guard.  You get cards for Christmas, birthdays, and graduations.  But I wasn't expecting this kind of thing at all.  And it really hit me hard what an amazing family and group of friends that I have.

It took me a few weeks, but I jumped back into work as best as I could.  I still screw up on what feels like a daily basis.  After being that person in my district who seemed to know everything, this feeling of utter inadequacy is crushing.  I want to do better, I want to prove that I'm not a total waste to the team, but I just can't seem to get things right anymore.  There is always a hesitation, always a growing shadow of a doubt.

But I can't say that everything is bad.  My former roommate from college moved in with me a month ago.  She's moving back to NYC at the end of January, but it's been amazing getting to live with one of my best friends again.   In Maryland, I did feel isolated--I didn't have close friends to hang out with on the weekends and I was a workaholic.  Now, I love being able to come home at the end of the day so we can pour two glasses of wine, bitch about work, and then just talk.

And my company's Christmas party was last night, which was a pretty good time.  Taking someone's wise advice, I had a few drinks at my apartment before I left, so when I got to the place, I already had a buzz.  I proceeded to have a handful of vodka tonics while talking at the bar.  But there were weird moments, as well.  You're having a smoke on the balcony and some guy puts his jacket over you when he realizes you're cold.  Or you let someone order your drink.  It's stupid little things, but they are things that no one other than Dean has done for me in years.  I never let it happen--I always made it clear when I went out that I was in a relationship.  Not in a bitchy, upfront way, but conversationally.  But now...I'm just seen as a single girl.

One of my co-workers on the other side of the office went through a massive break up during the same week as me.  I didn't know him very well at all, but now, we take ten minute breaks on the roof and talk about how we're dealing with things.  Ten minute therapy sessions.  This is my life right now.

I don't feel like writing anymore.  I should cook dinner or finish up some online Christmas shopping.

Night, all.

The life I've known is over.  I try to pick up the pieces only to figure out I don't know where anything belongs anymore.  Each day feels like a nightmare, but I have never loved my family or friends more.  I try to rediscover what I was like ten years ago, but it's like being curious while looking into a stranger's life.  Is that what I did?  Is that what I loved?  Is that what made me happy?

Happiness is underrated and I never realized that until now.  Aristotle said it was the most important thing in life, which sounds childish, but it really is the motivating force behind all of our plans and actions.  And when life changes, what does that mean for your happiness?  It just dies and you have to start from the beginning again, and all with that single, unanswerable question:  what makes you happy?

Voyager

A photo post.  A lot happened in the last week but it would be exhausting to type it all out.  I kept starting this entry and then deleting it out of frustration.

Went here for Dean's "welcome to LA" first official meal as an LA resident...at 11:30 PM.  We left at 2:30 am right as they were closing.  It was pricier than I am used to, but the quality of meat was top notch.  Great place and only a few blocks away.

The next morning, we walked to Paris Baguette, which I was freaking thrilled to find is just as cheap stateside as it is in Korea.  Holla.

After, we went to Little Tokyo for lunch and in the parking lot, Dean snapped this winning photograph.  Also, I got that shirt at Jet Rag last week--it has a picture of a unicorn and the words "Books are Magic".  It has a few small holes in the back but I could care less.

Just a shot of some stuffed animals we have hanging around the office.  For some reason, maintenance built a shelf there last week and we promptly loaded these on top.

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Office Halloween party from today!  It was just an hour in the middle of the day, but it was a surprisingly good time.  Our HR chick put together some amusing games and everyone had some laughs.  Things have been insanely busy as of late, so everyone needed an excuse to just let loose.

I was super lame and just recycled one of my costumes from last year.  But Red Riding Hood without the basket...silliness.  

Finally, a closing shot of Dean and Blue hanging out.  I love it when cat's toes curl like that.  I just want to eat them.

Overall, these past few days:  Driving around in a U-Haul, moving in furniture, helping friend move furniture, haggling in Spanish, Supernatural marathon, meat, costumes, computers, soju.

Red

Pardon my absence, but I did not have internet for two weeks.  I was only supposed to go a few days without it, but there was a mishap with the UPS delivery, and then when I did get the necessary junk, it didn't even work so I had to wait for an AT&T dude to come fix it today.  Le sigh.  

The last few weeks have been a blur of late nights with my former college roommate, Lizzy (fried chicken and donuts while watching Sherlock Holmes 2; drinks at Gaam; bumming around Ikea trying to pronounce Swedish furniture and cookies), solitary evenings with a single beer and leftovers from lunch, and then, those nights where I wanted to crawl out of my skin out of boredom.  In those cases, I grabbed my iPod, pulled on my Dr. Marten's, and just started walking.  One night, I walked three miles up and down Wilshire and 6th Street, no destination in mind, playing the same Metric song over and over before I reluctantly allow it to roll into the next song.  I smoked too much.  I lingered outside restaurants and read the menus before guiltily walking away when I realized someone inside was just waiting for me to come in.  

For two nights, I worked on a drawing using my tablet and the Artrage program.  I had bought a beautiful book on Art Nouveau jewelry at a flea market last winter and used it as inspiration.  I used to really dislike Art Nouveau since it just seemed cheesy, but in the last year, I started to really appreciate it.  It didn't try to be anything "cool"--it was shamelessly dreamy, feminine, and mythic.  It was all women with windswept hair, butterflies with jeweled wings, goddesses with crowns of stars.  Natural and whimsical, asymmetrical and unapologetic.  

It was hard to start a new project again and several times, I just wondered if I was being punished for my lack of interest in art in the last handful of years--like everything I had studied and felt "passionate" about until I was twenty-three had deserted me.  But it wasn't a punishment--it was a reminder.  You want to be good at something?  Fucking do it, then.  I had forgotten how pleasurable it is to create something that is so visual, so immediate in its progress.  With work, it's so hard to be judged, and it's not about talent, it's about the left brain.  

Dean comes back tomorrow, though.  Single life just doesn't suit me well.  But then again, this hasn't really been a "single" life--I've been alone but still in a relationship.  I've started my "new life", but not really.  Part of me kept holding back, giving only 50% because it just felt wrong to go about doing all these things as if I were on my own.  

But overall, even though this last month and a half have sucked, I'm still surviving.  The chorus of  "Dreams So Real" by Metric has become my mantra--"I'll shut up and carry on; a scream becomes a yawn."  Fitting words.  I can bitch and moan, but at the end of the day, none of it seems to matter.  Keep your head up, stay alert at work, don't get run over by a bus on your way home (the buses here are CRAZY, by the way--nearly got sandwiched TWICE driving home today), feed the cat, make the coffee, take out the trash, try to eat something.  Probably the most difficult thing about living by myself in a new place is that I don't have very much food and I can't justify buying a lot.  At least three times in the last month, I've just had some crackers or yogurt for dinner.  It's been the "accidental "single" girl diet" AKA "too lazy to cook, too cheap to buy food diet", which has resulted in me going down a pants size.  It sounds stupid, but I'm kind of pissed off about that.  I have furniture to buy--the last thing I want to do is spend money on more jeans.  All of my expensive designer pairs--7s, Joe's, Paper Denim Cloth, Alice + Oliva--are too big at this point, so I can't even wear damn jeans to work.  

Sigh.  Okay, I should try to get some sleep.  I'm just really, really excited about Dean coming to LA tomorrow...I just want to speed up time.  He will land in 24 hours, but I shouldn't expect him until 11 PM just to be safe.  

Have a great night, whoever is out there.

Coughing Colors

I'm not the kind of person who believes in bad luck, but today was just...off.

It should have been an easy day. I woke up early and called Verizon concerning a $200 overage charge on my joint cell phone bill with my husband, and they--very nicely and professionally--agreed to strike $100 off since it was so out of character for us.  This put me in a great mood, so I happily strolled out of my apartment at ten till eight, ready to get into work an hour or so early.

I got in the car and hooked up my iPod, found a song I liked, and turned the volume way up.  I had only driven a few yards before a parking enforcement officer passed by, stared at my car, then motioned for me to stop.  There was a moment of freak out where I thought he was going to comment on my out-of-state license plate, but after I rolled down my window, he sauntered over, pointed at the back of my car, and said, "You know you have a flat, right?"

An hour and one AAA visit later, I was back on the road with my spare tire (to be honest, I didn't even know I had one until the officer opened up my trunk and fished it out), ready to do some hardcore excel shit.   I got in on time to make my lunch order for the day (we order out from 2 different locations every day and can place the orders on our corporate site)--a rainbow roll and miso soup from a popular Japanese place nearby.  By the time noon rolled around, I was starving but hadn't received the email to pick up my food a reception.  Two hours went by, and all of us in our department were feeling flat out mutinous.  Finally, the girl next to me got a call from the front desk saying, "Uh...did you guys like, want to get your food or what?"  Apparently, the lunch emails "hadn't gone through" and eight of us just hadn't received them.  We all stalked off toward the front only to find that it had been sitting there for hours and the restaurant had forgotten our miso soups.

What happened next?  I spilled soy sauce all over my pants.  I ran to the bathroom to try to clean it off, and in the stall, noticed two things:  1) the seam at the top of my new pants had unraveled completely and 2) my underwear was...inside out.  :(

Ok, so for the good parts of the day: I got to leave work early to...sign the lease on my new apartment!!!!!  Also, I walked to the nearby bookstore and picked up "Salt: A World History" and "The Marriage Plot"--the former I had been wanting for several years and the latter has been on my "want" list since Christmas.  So even though I won't have internet for a few days at my new place, at least I'll have some books to keep me company.

On a random note, here are some pics of my nails.  For the last few months, I've really been into glittery, ridiculously girly polishes.  The reason?  Regular polish chips within a day on me, but a few layers of glitter and I'm good for a week at the least.  

My new place!  There are just these units (each building has one unit on top, one on the bottom).  I have a bottom one and the tree is right outside our window.  And the crazy thing?  It's the same number as my previous apartment.

All the rooms have these gorgeous windows which means LIGHT. FCKING BEAUTIFUL NATURAL LIGHT.

Ok, now I'm going to go shower, pick up a little, and read one of my awesome new books.  Have a great weekend!!

Imagine this: you are at your computer working on a large spreadsheet, earbuds in place, ipod playing some leaked Taylor Swift tracks (because you are a huge dork).  You are innocently bobbing your head along to the music while tapping out some numbers in excel.  And then a neon-colored elephant stuffed animal sails across the room and whacks you right in the back of the head. 

Welcome to Company X.

It's hard to believe it's almost been a month already.  I don't remember if I wrote it here or not, but during my first week, I wished for nothing more than to wake up the next day and realize that a month has gone by--that I'm not the hugest idiot in the room anymore.  And even though the day to day activities have been a slow, uphill battle, when you scale back, everything has moved in hyper-speed.

It's not like I'm doing much during the weeks, though.  I come home from work and head back to my company apartment, then spend the next few hours watching TV on my computer, listening to music, or writing.  It's not a real life--it's like hotel life or something.  But I *did* get an apartment and can move in on Friday!!  It's absolutely fantastic.  It's in a busy part of Ktown but it's down a quiet side street.  There is a courtyard in the center of the complex (just a handful of units).  The unit itself has all hardward floors, 2 bedrooms, and gorgeous, large windows that stretch to the floor.  There is even parking in the back!  And the price?  Well...utilities included, it will be about $500 cheaper than my Maryland place.  Life in the DC suburbs ain't cheap.

My company will drop off all my boxes (they've been sitting in a loading dock for 3 weeks now...I really, really hope no one stole anything) on Saturday morning, and I'll spend the rest of the weekend un-packing.  Hopefully, a friend or two can come over to assist.  Then, I just have to wait another week for Dean to come back from DC (he's been there working).

Suddenly, I'm not in the mood to write anymore.  In fact, I want to go eat a cup of noodles.  Away I go.

Mouthful of Diamonds

The last week was another rollercoaster, but it looks like things may be starting to level out.  Am I an expert in my field yet?  No, and far from it.  But I also don't feel like I was born yesterday anymore and am starting to feel more confident in my work.

Since my husband won't be out in LA until the end of October, it's been a little lonely.  I talk to my cat and scold him for his imagined sassiness.  I find myself watching really tacky shows on TLC while eating Little Caeser's pizza or ramen.  I call my friends back on the east coast and rant about my week.

One cool thing, however, is that my former roommate of 4 years (she was also in Korea with me for a year) lives in LA, so we have been hanging out during the weekends.  Last week, we went to Gaam in Ktown and today, we spent all afternoon bumming around Little Tokyo.  She's one of those friends that will trade fake insults all morning before getting into some serious conversations and then ending the night going clubbing with you--you never have awkward silences, you never have to censor yourself.  We went into all the over-the-top Japanese cutesy stores.  I bought some insane false eyelashes.  We ate yogurt, sushi, bubble tea, and split a large Sapporo beer before ending our late afternoon at a coffee shop, where we spent two hours talking about friends from college and Korea.

Oh!  I dyed my hair last night.  Feeling impulsive, I walked to Walgreen's, grabbed two boxes of bleach and two boxes of dye, then immediately went to the bathroom to get started.  I even considered cutting my hair, but backed out at the last second.  It's getting pretty long and I just want to see how long I can go before cutting it.

My parents are flying out to LA tomorrow morning and will spend a week here helping me apartment hunt!  Luckily, the apartment the company is letting me stay in this month has 2 bedrooms and 3 beds, so they won't even have to get a hotel.

Here are the eyelashes I bought today.  They are sooooo thick and heavy that it's difficult to see.  Can't see myself actually wearing them in public--more just for when I want to take selcas.

And here are some shots of my hair in different lighting.  Sometimes, it looks really dark and in other light it looks freakishly bright.

High and Dry

Yesterday, I'm loathe to admit, was a total shit show.  Since it was only the start of my second week and I hadn't worked over the weekend, it was harder than I had imagined to slip back into that already rocky stream.  Everything I did seemed to take forever, and Excel has been bitch-slapping me dozens of times a day.  At my interview, when they asked about my Excel proficiency, I replied that I am no expert, but know the average amount for my position.  They nodded with acceptance and took a small note of it.  It turns out that my "proficiency" was more akin to a toddler announcing that it is ready to be an Olympic sprinter when, in fact, it can barely scoot across the floor.

So I've been e-mailing myself random spreadsheets throughout the day so I can puzzle them out at home without my trainer, Peter, watching my every move.  I need time to do my own trial and error projects, or else I become a nervous wreck during work hours.

In other news, I went to a laundromat for the first time today.  I walked down there with a small pile of clothes shoved into a shopping bag, but when I got there, there was no detergent (the internet lies!!  It told me that I could usually buy small amounts at the laundromat.  And yes...I totally had to google "first time laundromat how what do?").  So then I had to drag myself over to the nearest convenience store to buy some overpriced detergent and dryer sheets before huffing my way back to my original destination.

Once there, I was overwhelmed.  There were tons and tons of machines, but the dryers looked like the washing machines.  I've only ever had top loader washers, so I strolled down the isle of machines, trying to "play it cool" but in my mind I was all, "WTH am I going to do??!  Why do they look the same?  I am a total.idiot."  I finally got it all sorted out, and then realized that my phone was dying and I'd forgotten a book. It turns out that I had my notebook from work and a pen in my purse (thank god for giant handbags), so I spent the next hour making art nouveau-styled doodles.

Now...I'm waiting for my trial Office to download because my computer only came with the crappy starter edition that doesn't have several of the functions I need to practice for work.  It's 10 PM...I should be going to bed...and yet my damn Office still has 30 minutes to finish downloading.  FML.  Not sorry to see you go, Tuesday.  And is it Friday yet?

I Don't Care

Going out in Ktown tonight with my former college roommate.  All of my "fun" clothes are all boxed up and in another building until I get my real apartment, so I just had to wear work clothes. :(