The Knitting Club

So in my attempt to meet new people in Philadelphia, I have joined one of the "social meeting internet groups", which mostly meets for happy hour or some other type of activity that embraces ethanol, except for the knitting club. The knitting club seemed to be a place where I could learn how to knit as well as be able to get to know some people. My dad wasn't too thrilled as he remarked I wouldn't meet any guys there, but I thought it might be a nice place to make a friend. So off I go to the knitting club...although I was croching since I don't really know how to knit, but they stated in a memo that they would still accept me. When I arrived, most of the people there were in their late 20s or early 30s and at first it was a tad awkward being that I'm fresh out of college and am furthermore croching and not knitting. Although during my knitting club time I didn't meet any hot guys, I was able to crochet a little and meet some nice people.

The Monster in my Wall

So for the past two weeks I've been living in my apartment and there has been intermittent BANGs coming from the wall right next to my bed. At first I thought I could adjust to the annoying noise that gives you an unexpected jolt everytime it comes (after all I did live next to the lovely Cathedral bells that went off randomly about every 15 minutes). However as time has past the noise has only gotten worse. Last night, after my attempt to go to bed early so I could be alert for work tomorrow the banging began again...

The same thoughts went through my mind: does my neighbor have OCD with opening and closing cabinet doors, is it from the side or above, it must be the pipes, perhaps my neighbor secretly has some type of personal ventenda towards me and so on. Well after 2-3 hours of trying to go to bed and hearing this noise I decided I had enough and that tomorrow I would inquire about the noise to my neighbor (politely) and give the super my informed letter about my concluded cause of a "water hammer", my reasoning, why this problem was important to them and the following options they had to fix this problem.

After attempting to state my issue with the current desk lady and not being heard, I stated my problem more passionately, enough to warrant a "look" from the building service guy sometime today. A few minutes later, the service guy was up and seemed like he was ready to leave the second he came to my door (my mom thinks it was because you can see numchucks and a framed heart as soon as you come in). We walked into my bedroom and I thought I heard the noise and said "see listen, its banging right now" then there was no noise and he kinda looked at me weird. "I don't hear anything". "Oh", I replied, "it stopped all of a sudden". Silence. As he started to exit the door (without really stating any solutions or conclusions), I decided to give him my thoughts about the problem. I stated where and when I heard it, my investigation and conclusion and he just kinda looked at me not really knowing what to do. Then he kinda just walked out the door. Not much follow-up or some type of closure, but just left. Great...it looks like the Wall Monster and I might have to stay together for a couple more days. Yeah for no sleep.

insulting the blind and once again insulting the deaf

1. Times Square Debacle: I was walking with two friends in Times Square on Sunday and was trying to navigate through all of the slow-walking, picture-taking tourists. A woman stopped me and asked me where 43rd Street was. We were walking north on Broadway and were on 44th so I pointed behind me and said it's one block that way. One of the people I was with kept saying one block left. I didn't understand why until we had passed her and discovered that the woman was blind.
2. At Work in the Cubes: One of my coworkers is loud--really loud. He has the most piercing voice and it's just so loud. When he's talking or making phone calls, his voice goes straight to my head and not even music will block it out. He also tries to talk across the cubicles and can never understand what people are saying so it makes them have to yell to be heard. Anyway, today he was doing it a LOT. He didn't understand anything the girl next to me was saying. So she said, "Am I not speaking English?" and I said, "Are you hard of hearing?" And he said, "Yes, actually I am." ...

First Day in the Professional World

So today was new employee orientation day and to review all the information we learned from the day, the HR presenters decided to have a Jeopardy quiz with teams. When deciding our team name I blurted out blueberries, forgetting I had exited the school world and was now supposed to be "professional". At first my teammates looked at me a little weird, but with no other suggestions they agreed. It was so entertaining for me to see these adult professionals cheering for our team "the blueberries", especially in lieu of the other team's name "Team Left"