The Life of an Alcoholic

Today is Saturday.  This is what I did.

I woke up around 11.  I poached an egg and sizzled two strips of bacon.  Still woozy, I laid in bed and made a few phone calls.  I summoned myself to the couch where I read San Francisco magazine.  After finishing, I still felt like my world was spinning so I went back to bed.  I tossed and turned until 4.
I forced myself to do laundry then headed to In-n-Out.  The cashiers cheered when I said my order: animal style cheeseburger with bun extra toasty and well done fries.  I don’t think the staff at the In-n-Out at Fisherman’s Wharf (which is overrun with tourists) are used to people coming in and ordering from the secret menu.
I’m now back home, sitting hunched over in front of my laptop.  I’m too lazy to fold my clothes. 
I think I had at least five glasses of wine last night.  Let’s see.  A glass of Viognier, a flight of Muscat, and another glass of Muscat at Jardiniere with a girlfriend.  I squirmed in my seat as she talked about her non-exboyfriend boyfriend.  ”What do you see in that loser?”  I almost screamed.  ”I hate him.  I really really dislike him.  How you can continue to see someone who the majority of your friends and family dislike is beyond me.”  She insisted he was making progress; he’s a different person now.  
“There are three problem areas he had with me and he says he’s gotten past them now.  First, he was scared that I would get fat.”
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets.  ”Drop him.  Fucking drop him.”
“Second…”
“I’m sorry.  I don’t want to hear anymore.  He’s scared you might get fat?  Who says that?  I don’t want to hear about these problem areas.  What the hell do you see in this guy?  Drop him.”
But she couldn’t shut up.  I felt so sorry for her and it made me sick to hear about it.  So I kept knocking back the drinks like chocolate milk.  
I was glad she had to take off for a movie.  My married boyfriend was calling to have drinks. We went out for a few rounds and came back home.  I don’t even remember coming back home or getting undressed.  All I remember is him getting up to leave.  ”Where are you going?”  I murmured.  
“I can’t sleep.  You’re snoring.”  I think that’s what he said.  Either he said that or I dreampt it.  Either way, he was gone when I woke up.
And then today was shot.  Completely shot.  I’m still reeling from the hangover.
I cannot lose my job because if I did, every day would be shot.  I would drink every night and wake up hung over every morning.  I need the stability of an 8-5 job.  I could never work for myself.  I could never have a flexible, work-from-home schedule.  I like the bottle way too much.
I have narrowed down the men to two.  All the rest are laid off or losers or both.  But there are more to come.  There’s someone tomorrow, another on Tuesday, and an inbox full of others I still need to setup.  I filtered one out already.  I saw his Facebook profile.  Under relationship status, his reads, “It’s Complicated.”  I ended that quickly: “I saw your profile on Facebook. Sorry, I’m not interested in meeting up with someone who is not officially single.  Probably something you should sort out with your quasi-significant other first.”
Is it time for bed yet?  My head still hurts.

Thank You

I am grateful…

for my job that I can pay my bills and live in my home and eat and drink. And for now, not have to worry about money.
for my family that there is no drama in my family, that they live close by so I don’t have to get on a plane to spend the holiday with them. I know that I’m loved and that they support me. 
for my friends who are always there for me even if I haven’t seen or talked to you in a while. I love that I can pick up the phone or see you and it’s like time hasn’t passed.
for San Francisco, the best city in the U.S with its temperate weather, great people, wine country close by, Tahoe close by, Black Rock City an RV-ride away. I love living here. I feel enriched and honored to be able to live in the city proper.
for my health, to be able to smell the tortellini I cooked today and taste the oreo cheesecake
I made for Thanksgiving, to be able to listen to Rhapsody while cooking and getting ready.
I am ready to celebrate and give thanks.  Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.
xoxo,
Catherine

The Worst is Still to Come

No, I’m not talking about my love life.

This recession is only going to get worse, especially with the stupid government trying to band-aid the walking dead. I’m sorry, but the automotive industry needs to run its course. Pumping money into GM is a waste of money!

Every day I hear about a lay-off. It’s time to pack your bags, move back home, and volunteer. Vacation in a cheap country or continent. Better yet, join the Peace Corps!

I switched my personal cell phone bill to work. I simply asked if I could do it. Transfer my personal cell to my blackberry. That’s $100 I no longer pay. I’ve reviewed every recurring expense, cut down where I could, and put what I could onto my credit card for the cash back. I believe in Lean Cuisines; they’re cheap. Don’t tell me you can cook a meal for $2. And for all you people who talk about cooking cheaply…how many times do you throw food out? Don’t lie to me. You know you do. Here’s a tip: do your shopping in Chinatown. Our admin came back one day with a pink thank you bag full of bok choy, green beans, tomatoes, garlic, and condiments. She asked us to guess how much she spent. Mind you, the bag was full of groceries. I guessed $8.50. The other guesses were around the same—less than $10. It was $2.38!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m now a convert back to Trader Joe’s $2 buck chuck. Their cab is the bomb. I thought I couldn’t afford to drink wine every night. Not the case! I enjoy wine every single night of the week.

Now who’s with me on Fresh Choice? OMIGOD, my dad took me there last week. $7.99 for all you can eat. I’m not a fan of buffets; I think they’re disgusting. Fresh Choice is surprisingly very fresh! I laughed when the cashier quoted me the price. I was so floored I left a huge tip (optional). And my dad gets a 15% discount for being a senior.

I’ve always said that people need to take personal responsibility for whatever their situation is. I have been there. I have gotten laid off. I knew I had no definable skills and struggled to find a job after getting laid off in 2001. I went back to school. I’m glad I had the foresight to equip myself with recession-proof skills.

But everyone who reads my blog is a friend of mine and especially dear to me for your continued support. If you or family and friends of yours are having difficulty, I am here to help if I can. While few companies are hiring, I have access to a great deal of job postings. I have a very strong personal and professional network. A few weeks ago when I was in a bar, I bumped into someone I’d gone to high school with. Back then, he was a senior and school president. I was a freshman. After buying me a couple drinks and catching up, he offered, “Would you leave your company? Would you come work for me? If you ever need a job, you know who to call. I’d love to have you on my team.”

I also believe I’ve mastered the resume. I don’t believe in cover letters. Clearly, you need the substance to back it up, but I’m so confident of my resume, I know I will get a call back every single time it’s distributed. The intervew…well that’s a different story. But I believe the more you get yourself out there interviewing, the better you do. Practice makes perfect.

If I can help, please let me know.

Lastly, I want to end with a story. Last night before the movie, I went to one of the food kiosks at the Metreon. While waiting for my food, a man walked in bundled up in a sweatshirt and baseball cap; his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He was speaking Spanish. I don’t know Spanish or understand it which is a horrible thing. I hate to admit it. But I was able to piece together what he was saying. He wanted a job and he’d been walking throughout the Metreon asking managers if they were hiring. The cashier told him they were not. He insisted he speak to the manager. The manager came out and chatted with him in Spanish. “I’m sorry sir, we do not have a kitchen here. We’re not hiring and even if we were, we don’t hire cooks. We heat up the food.” The man looking for a job kept asking questions, did the manager know of anything, could the manager talk to anyone at the Metreon? Anything at all? While nothing came of the conversation, I felt so proud of that immigrant. What persistence! That is what makes America truly great: people from all walks of life who are ready and willing to work hard and seek out those opportunities.

Go do it. No excuses.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

A friend/co-worker of mine asked if I wanted to go to a pre-screening today.  I scoffed, “Uhhh, no. I’m sorry, but I really don’t watch movies unless they get rave reviews.  The only movie I want to watch right now is The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.  But a pre-screening, no, I’ll pass.”

I’m a snob when it comes to movies and TV.  I just don’t have the time or the patience to sit and watch something that’s mediocre.  Probably the same reason why I don’t cook.  I don’t have the time or patience.  I’d rather just eat my Lean Cuisines!
He emailed later, “Well, for what it’s worth, here’s the link to the trailer.  It looks pretty damn good.”
I almost peed in my pants watching the trailer–exactly the kind of movie I like–dramatic period films with fine acting from Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett.  ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  Please can I still go?  What time?  I will meet you there.”
It’s loosely based on a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald wherein the main character, Benjamin Button, lives his life in reverse.  As a baby, he is born as a wrinkly, ugly old thing and as he ages he actually becomes younger-looking.
Here’s the one negative: almost three hours long.  If there’s a movie that’s over two hours, the editors need to be shot.  That is their job.  Edit the film!  No movie should be over two hours. Period.  I’ll admit, it didn’t seem like three hours, but still, there were definitely parts I think that could have been edited to get it down to a robust, complete two hours flick.
The film reminds me of a mix of Titanic, Forrest Gump, and the book The Time Traveler’s Wife. I’d definitely recommend it.  Superb acting performances.  I think Cate Blanchett is the marquis actress of our time.  
Watch it.  Comes out on Christmas Day!  Beautiful movie to see over the holidays.

New York, New York

New York City is hauntingly a specter of what it used to be.  The city is hard enough to bear with its bitter winters and bone-chilling temperatures.  But I always loved New York no matter what time of year, in the unbearable swelter of summer or the frost-bite of Christmas.  There is an energy or force field that surrounds the city that makes it the greatest city in the world.  It’s not that anymore.  I hate to say it.  For as long as I can remember, I had longed to live in NYC. I’m over it.  The bars were dead.  The people were sad.  It’s depressing.  But maybe I’m mistaken…because maybe that’s what Americans are feeling everywhere else in the country and it just happens to be that NYC magnifies what the country is feeling: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Right now, it’s just plan horrifically ugly.

Over the past few days, I’ve been told by three people of lay-offs: financial services, technology, and media.  We’re all affected.  My advice?  Everyone needs an exit strategy.  Everyone needs to be prepared.  And if you are one of the unlucky ones, go home, move in with your parents, go live in Asia or South America for a few months to ride it out.  There are no jobs.  My company is not hiring.  I’m sorry, I cannot help you.
So it’s with this backdrop that I went on a mini-vacation to attend a friend’s beautiful wedding. She was gorgeous, the wedding was beautiful and done exactly right for these times.  They rented out a restaurant: open bar, never-ending appetizers, sit-down dinner.  Her dress was $200 from BCBG.  It was amazing; she looked amazing.  No make-up artist, no hair stylist.  No DJ, just music from an iPod.  No florist.  She bought vases, then had them filled with hydrangeas.  Intimate, beautiful, not over the top.  Sunday brunch the next day at a nice restaurant.  I want to follow her lead, and make a game out of getting the best deal for my wedding.  I placed dibs on her dress.  
I had a great time with my date.  This is going to sound snooty, but I always feel like I have a lot to talk about with fellow business school friends, especially now with the economy in the toilet. What did we learn?  Did it help?  How are we and our companies going to ride this out?  So we were totally chatty the whole time which was perfect.  Plus I think he is super hot.  This is a picture of us at the wedding. We were the last ones along with the bride and groom who were cleaning up.  We thought people would be interested in going out afterwards.  Nope!  Just us.
Everyone asked what was going on, what does the future hold.  I can’t imagine a future with someone who lives in LA.  No matter what people say or think, that will always be long distance for me. I need someone to come home to every day…not once a month, not every other week, but every single day.  Someone who will stay with me every night.  Someone I can wake up to smothering–a warm body I can latch onto with my freezing cold fingers and toes.
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