the amazing adventures of jen14221

stupid thing of the week

You know, sometimes I feel so in control of myself and my surroundings, it scares me.  Then a day passes and I am back to being the stupid cow I usually am.  Take for instance my jump drive, which contains all my contractor stuff, budgets, invoices and Spree articles I've written or drafted.  I left the fucking thing in a random PC in Philadelphia, and I am now a frantic, bummed out, bitch on wheels.  Nothing new there, I suppose.

birthday boy

It's Peter's birthday today, which means it's 'steak and blowjob night' here in Lockport. 

Too bad it actually means 'hamburgers and Jen going to bed early' night.

There's always next year!

going home, planning ahead

I am leaving Philly today, a day early, to attend the funeral in Toronto tomorrow.  It seems kind of strange since I just got here and my suitcase is full of clean instead of dirty clothes.  Not sure the client will love my expense report this week for the amount of work I did, but this is really the only time this whole assignment that I have needed to skip out early. 

Things for August and beyond are still up in the air.  I am taking Will down to Raleigh for a week to visit the Ratner family, back safe and sound from India, and of course we are stil all going to Germany for a week in September, but I'm not sure what's up in regards to me working a steady job after this one is over.  I am getting back into jewelry but that's not going to pay the mortgage or anything else.  If something comes up for August, I am going to have to take it.  There's always next summer for lounging, I guess.

bad news

This was not the best weekend in the W-L household.  Peter's dear cousin, a great guy and one of his best friends, suddenly passed away yesterday.  He was diagnosed with cancer on Wednesday and died three days later.  Unbelievable.  Peter is understandably distraught and freaked out and I feel really, really bad for him and the whole gang in Toronto.  Ty was such a fabulous guy and he will be missed terribly.

I'm in Philadelphia but need to fly out of here early so I can make the funeral up in TO on Wendesday.  My favourite airline only charged me $85 for the change, which was actually nice of them.  The normal change fee plus difference in cost would have normally cost me something like $400.

Gotta go now. 

friday kid photo

Lots of pictures from Philadelphia.

Chips and Salsa and Chicken Fingers:

Hotel room comfort:

At the LOVE fountain in JFK park:

Showing off a new sweater, up very late at night:

Wading in the Logan Circle fountain (illegally...oh well)

dear usair, i love you

Dear USAir,

I hate you for the way in which you changed my flight's gate last minute last night.  I hate you for the way you made me wait for the crew, who was 'en route' from another terminal.  I hate you for the way you decided that we needed to pull away from the gate, then do an engine check, then decide that the engine switch was broken, then have to wait for an available gate to pull back up to.  I hate you for the way you told me that it would take 15 - no, 30 - no, 45 - no, 60 minutes to fix said engine switch, but that I should consider myself lucky that the part was in stock and we would not have to cancel the flight altogether, ha ha.  I hate you your smelly bathrooms.  I hate you for the way you told me I could get off the plane and use the not-so-smelly bathroom in the terminal, and then took it back, ha ha, because you needed to get a gate agent to allow us off the plane first.  I hate you for so many things, including getting me home several hours later than anticipated.

But I love you for giving me a nice big first class seat, in which I could spread out and sip Bailey's on ice and snack on pretzels.

rocky!

After Peter and Will left Philadelphia on Sunday, my sissy and I had some fun at the Rocky statue.

grouchy on monday night

It's 10:07pm on Monday night and I have just finished working a 14-hour day.  Which is most excellent for my bank account but I did not have a moment to eat lunch or dinner and if you have ever seen me in person, you can probably guess that I am not a girl that likes to skip her meals.  So, now I am doing a load of laundry at the Embassy Suites (you should see the hideous polo shirt I have to wear for go-live and I have to wear it every day this week, and I only have one, so I must do laundry, okay?), eating pretzels and drinking a diet coke.  My tummy, she no eees happy. 

I've been here in Philadelphia for what seems like three weeks but is really only five days or so.  Peter and Will drove down on Friday and the funniest thing that happened all weekend is when Will brought his Rubik's Cube out on the balcony of my hotel room (when I TOLD him not to, dammit) and accidentally dropped it.  He was all chatty, chatty, chatty and then dead silence.  With empty hands and an unhappy look on his little face.  Thank god there was no one below at the time because death by Rubik's Cube from 22 floors above would be most unfortunate.  My sissy also came down for the weekend and it was all a whirlwind, wading in the fountains, visiting the Rocky statue, seeing dinosaur bones, eating a majorly gross cheesesteak.  Pictures to come soon.

And then I worked 14 hours.  And ate pretzels.

lead paint is not good for you

So here in Philly, I usually have my head up my ass about what's going on in the world.  I am working too hard (believe it or not) to surf the net and my daily paper delivery is the crap USA Today.  So, when Jenn broke the news of the Thomas the Train recall, I nearly died.  I am pretty sure Will has most, if not all, of the trains on that list.  Peter:  HIDE THE TRAINS.

fuck you, usair

Oh yes, another thing I have blogged about before.  Crappy old US Air.  Who delayed my 7:25 am flight this morning an astounding six hours.  Now that's really going for tops in bad service.  And no phone call to warn me!  I could have totally slept in this morning and/or done some work, for which I could have billed, which may have assisted in helping me out with my now-empty bank account.  Fuckers.