Let me break it down into simple words: ten more days and I'm outta here!
Showing posts with label countdown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label countdown. Show all posts
Eleven
Simple, but true...11 days until I escape DC and head to PTS. Woot!
There are some reading this who might think it should be a bad day for me, but, to tell you the truth, it's been one of the best days I've had in almost three years.
Fun facts learned today: 1) You're never as anonymous as you think you are (not that I ever really thought I was). 2) It's possible to say you're sorry and think you're sorry when you say it and not be really sorry at all. 3) Some people have too much time on their hands.
Twelve
Sunflowers have always been my favorite flower. Fortunately for me, Van Gogh painted Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase for me to use in my countdown. He knew it would be needed to celebrate my departure from my job! ;)Thirteen
I own the movie Thirteen Conversations About One Thing. The tagline of the movie is "Show me a happy man..." and the ensuing conversations are meant to fill in the blank.I liked this movie enough to purchase a copy of my own. If you don't believe me, you can check it out at Rotten Tomatoes, where it got an 83% freshness rating.
Anyway, in thirteen short days, I will be able to complete that statement: Show me a happy [woman] and she'll be that one who just left her completly unsatisfying job to finally pursue the life she wants.
That would be me, folks! Only 13 more days and I will be walking out the doors of my office with a smile on my face.
Fourteen
Little Dancer Aged Fourteen, sculpted by Degas in 1880.In fourteen days I will dance my way out of this office.
No kidding...I will do a little dance!
Fifteen
They let me out of my cage early today because of the remodel. Now, I'm sitting on my couch, watching Jaws 2, trying to decide what to have for lunch. What a tough life!
Talked to Marvelous Mom on the Phone today. I can't wait to see her when I pick her up from the airport on the 12th!
Sixteen
My picture for today not only contains the number sixteen, it allows me to introduce the uninitiated to the wonders of Toothpaste for Dinner. Check it out, m'nerds!
We're packing up the office today. Not just my office, but all the offices in the "back room" where my cubicle resides. By Monday morning, we will have all new cubicles (that I get to enjoy for 9 days) and the new guy will be starting. I told the office manager that my supervisor is delusional about how much work we have to do and how much training new-guy-Bryan-with-a-"y" is going to need.
Only sixteen more days...
Seventeen
Trying to find images for today was a craps shoot at best. All Google seemed to find was images related to a certain teen magazine to which I once had a subscription. Persistence paid off, though, and I found this image that isn't spectacular, but is light years better than the cover a teen rag.
The countdowns in the teens, people. I'm starting to freak out just a little bit.
In semi-related news, I learned today that a person had already been hired to replace me. His name is Brian and he will be SITTING AT MY DESK for the entirety of my last two weeks at the firm. This should be an interesting arrangement considering the fact that I have spent the majority of the last two months blogging, reading blogs and books, emailing, and other activities unrelated to work because there is nothing to do!!! Even if there was stuff to do, my job responsibilities could be passed on to a new employee in two days or less of training...a high school kid with a questionable work ethic could do my job tolerably well.
My supervisor just wanted to get someone in here before I left so that she wouldn't have to train him. She'll go to any absurd length to avoid work while maintaining her sense of power/authority. I'm going to miss some of my co-workers, but I will never miss the infuriatingly backwards way in which this office functions.
Only seventeen more days before I get to say good-bye to this place, hopefully, forever and begin living the life I want.
My supervisor just wanted to get someone in here before I left so that she wouldn't have to train him. She'll go to any absurd length to avoid work while maintaining her sense of power/authority. I'm going to miss some of my co-workers, but I will never miss the infuriatingly backwards way in which this office functions.
Only seventeen more days before I get to say good-bye to this place, hopefully, forever and begin living the life I want.
Eighteen
Another day begins in my countdown to departure. I would like to celebrate at this restaurant. Unfortunately, it's in Ottawa.
Sigur Ros's website is entitled "eighteen seconds before sunrise."
This website will let you in on the eighteen standards "the geographically informed person knows and understands."
Finally, I'm not sure I would like this band (they play metal), but I sure do like their album cover for this countdown.
They've got the Green Day look goin' on.
Nineteen
Before embarking on my exciting journey to Tanzania, Africa, in 2003, I stopped in London for a few days. While there, I visited several galleries and museums, including the Tate Modern. The Tate Modern had an exhibit of Eva Hesse's work during my stay. I don't know why I love her work, but I do. Both of the images I have chosen for the countdown today are entitled Repetition Nineteen. You can see more of Eva Hesse's work here (MOMA) and here.
In 19 more days, I will be embarking on another exciting journey to a not-quite-so-distant destination, but before I go, I will visit The National Portrait Gallery (recently reopened) and The National Building Museum.
Twenty
In my search for interesting items related to "20," I found this fun game. Seriously, the computer can guess what you're thinking...as long as you're honest about your answers. ;)
Don't you wish our money really looked like this?
In another 20 days, fourteen of them spent at the office, I will be packing my car and moving on with my life. My bedroom is now void of all furniture except the bedside table I've borrowed from my roommate and my lamp that will soon be packed.
Since the buyer came to pick up my bed earlier this afternoon, I've been trying to decide where to sleep. The living room doesn't ever get as cool as my bedroom, but hardwood floors could get pretty uncomfortable. Emily thought it was amusing when I suggested setting up my tent in the backyard. It would probably be pretty comfortable, but I think I might feel a little insecure, even in my "safe" neighborhood.
Whatever I decide, we all know it's just a temporary solution. Woot!
In another 20 days, fourteen of them spent at the office, I will be packing my car and moving on with my life. My bedroom is now void of all furniture except the bedside table I've borrowed from my roommate and my lamp that will soon be packed.
Since the buyer came to pick up my bed earlier this afternoon, I've been trying to decide where to sleep. The living room doesn't ever get as cool as my bedroom, but hardwood floors could get pretty uncomfortable. Emily thought it was amusing when I suggested setting up my tent in the backyard. It would probably be pretty comfortable, but I think I might feel a little insecure, even in my "safe" neighborhood.
Whatever I decide, we all know it's just a temporary solution. Woot!
Twenty One (That's Three Weeks!)
Twenty-one more days until I walk out the doors of my office for the last time...
Fortunately for me, that is a happy thought.
Twenty Two
Conversation with co-worker this morning...
Me: Well, since I only have three more weeks here, I doubt that will happen before I leave.
Renee: Oh, Katie, you must be SO excited.
Me: Unbelievably so!
Renee: Oh, Katie, you must be SO excited.
Me: Unbelievably so!
Only 22 more days to prepare for my upcoming move. Excellent!
Twenty Three
For some reason, I have been intrigued by today's "countdown to seminary" Google results. Perhaps, it is because the first website I found gave me some insight into the Symbolic Meaning of Twenty Three. Apparently, even the chapter and verse numbers of the Bible are inspired. "Twenty three repeatedly occurs where the scripture is talking about prosperity, abundance, plenty or wealth." Who knew? Andrew Harris, of Biblenumerics, that's who.
One of my favorite bloggers, Dooce, also came up in my search because she writes a monthly newsletter to her daughter. Her twenty-third monthly letter came up in my search. This picture of her daughter and husband, which is featured in the post, is one of my favorites that has ever been on her website.
Now that the summer is on the decline, I also want to offer my readers a link to Twenty Three Tips for Keeping the House Cool. After all, summer will come again and we still have at least a month of it left.
Finally, picture time. To prove my love for Lost, I have chosen to use a picture of the Lost numbers, one of which is 23. The reward for Kate's capture was $23,000. Season 2, Episode 10 was entitled Psalm 23 and Eko quotes the psalm in it's entirety. 23 people in the tail of the plane survived the crash. More here...
One of my favorite bloggers, Dooce, also came up in my search because she writes a monthly newsletter to her daughter. Her twenty-third monthly letter came up in my search. This picture of her daughter and husband, which is featured in the post, is one of my favorites that has ever been on her website.
Now that the summer is on the decline, I also want to offer my readers a link to Twenty Three Tips for Keeping the House Cool. After all, summer will come again and we still have at least a month of it left.
Finally, picture time. To prove my love for Lost, I have chosen to use a picture of the Lost numbers, one of which is 23. The reward for Kate's capture was $23,000. Season 2, Episode 10 was entitled Psalm 23 and Eko quotes the psalm in it's entirety. 23 people in the tail of the plane survived the crash. More here...
Twenty Four (And The Wonders Of Craigslist)
Sorry this picture is so obvious. I was purposely trying to avoid anything related to this insanely popular television show, but Kiefer Sutherland is too manly to be ignored. I'll take comfort in the fact that I didn't used the show's logo. Honestly, I love Kiefer, but I'm not a huge fan of 24.
Now, on to Craigslist and my complete happiness with it!
For the past few weeks, every night I've gone home with the intention of posting ads for several items that I wanted to sell. Last night, I finally got around to it and just over 12 hours later, I've already sold all four items at my original asking price. Two of the four items are being picked up tonight and tomorrow. Hopefully, the girl who asked me to hold the bed will not flake out, though I have confidence that if she does, I will be able to repost it and Craig will help me sell it quickly. Yay for online resources!
In other moving news, Emily's new roommate is coming over to measure tomorrow night. My room is a disaster. Really, I have picture proof. I managed to make it slightly less disorganized before I went to bed last night (after all, I needed someplace to sleep), but it's still a strange mishmash of boxes and bedding and knick-knacks and books and dirty laundry. I am encouraged, though...the simplifying process is coming along nicely. Getting everything in one carload shouldn't be a major problem.
Twenty Five
Only 25 more days? That doesn't seem like a lot of time. There's still so much to get done. Packing, selling, more packing, cleaning. Fortunately, the countdown actually ends two days before I move, as it's a countdown to the last day I work rather than to my last day in D.C. I will be antsy the entire weekend before I leave, but I'm sure I'll need the extra time.
The next project I must undertake is a list of companies I need to call in order to change my mailing address. OY!
The next project I must undertake is a list of companies I need to call in order to change my mailing address. OY!
No absolutely fabulous pictures for "25," so I'm doing the best I can with what I found. If you have any interest in the art of Robert Indiana, click here.
Twenty Eight
I love this movie.
I will be taking my copy with me when I move to seminary in 28 days!!!
I will be taking my copy with me when I move to seminary in 28 days!!!
Twenty Nine (A Day Late...)
I forgot to post this picture yesterday, but I went to the trouble of getting the artist's permission, so I'm just going to post it today instead.
The photographer's name is Mark Schretlen. He has some stuff online here. He's from Canada! Are there Amish people in Canada?! ;)
My room is currently crowded with boxes and other junk that I brought down from the attic. I'm going to post some stuff on Craigslist tonight and hope against hope that someone buys my bed, at least.
I'm getting rid of six or eight boxes of books (yes, I find that just a little heartbreaking), but I'm not exactly sure where to take them. Goodwill is the easiest option, but doesn't seem like the best one. I also have three or four large shopping bags of clothes and shoes that are in good condition that need to go, but I would rather donate them to a place that is going to give the clothes away to those who are actually in need rather than a place that is going to sell them to suburban teenagers with nothing better to do on a Saturday morning. Anyone in NOVA know of places I could take books and clothes?
The photographer's name is Mark Schretlen. He has some stuff online here. He's from Canada! Are there Amish people in Canada?! ;)
My room is currently crowded with boxes and other junk that I brought down from the attic. I'm going to post some stuff on Craigslist tonight and hope against hope that someone buys my bed, at least.
I'm getting rid of six or eight boxes of books (yes, I find that just a little heartbreaking), but I'm not exactly sure where to take them. Goodwill is the easiest option, but doesn't seem like the best one. I also have three or four large shopping bags of clothes and shoes that are in good condition that need to go, but I would rather donate them to a place that is going to give the clothes away to those who are actually in need rather than a place that is going to sell them to suburban teenagers with nothing better to do on a Saturday morning. Anyone in NOVA know of places I could take books and clothes?
Thirty One
I couldn't have found a move perfect countdown picture for today if I tried.
From Wikipedia: "William Duckworth is credited as composer of the first postminimal piece of music... He composed Thirty One Days (1987) for alto saxophone..."
"Postminimalism is a term utilised in various artistic fields for work which is influenced by, or attempts to develop, the aesthetic of minimalism."
One of my favorite modern artists, Eva Hesse, was a postminimalist and I didn't even know it.
On the packing, moving, becoming a seminary student front: I haven't heard back from the housing office about whether I can move in early. My first call was Friday, I am going to procrastinate one more day and call them back tomorrow to see if they've made any decisions. I haven't done any significant packing since last week, but have definite plans to finish unloading my bookselves tonight. I also need to take some picture of my bed and bookshelves for posting on Craigslist. It would be really nice to make some money on the larger items I need to rid myself of, especially since my larger items are less than two years old and in "good as new" condition.
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