Hi Dudes. Sorry for my absence. I was in the mountains/on a lake w/o access to the internets, which was probably the most Sad Sigh thing of all. (Or rather, the fact that I was constantly bemoaning the lack of internet access instead of enjoying the breathtaking scenery was probably a bit more Sad Sigh.)
This is only half of what I need to post, but we’re in Queenstown for another 2 days, so I should be able to catch up soon. (Also Sad.) Continue reading
After a stressful week at work, I went with a friend to treat ourselves to some Bi-Rite ice cream. It was creepily warm for a mid-November evening, and while walking down 18th St . there was this dog hanging half way out of a first floor window, acting like a trashy woman propping herself against the windowsill and people watching. After thinking “how cute!!” because I love when animals act like humans, particularly trashy humans, but then the sad-sigh kicked in and I got jealous and thought “Bitch! I want to be her!”
Sigh.
Another relationship down the toilet.
And why? Did I display an appalling act of drunkenness that sent my mature, older boyfriend running for the hills? Did I cheat with an 18 year old? Did I go on and on and on about how awesome New York City is and how I am trying to move there as soon as possible causing him to bash me over the head out of complete boredom for a topic I have talked about non-stop for years?
All of these things are possible and well within the scope of things I have done in past relationships. And yet this time I did none of them.
No. Instead, I received the following email after not hearing from my boyfriend for a week by way of kiss-off:
Honestly -
You are likely the smartest person I’ve ever dated. At least, if there were smarter, it wasn’t apparent.
I learned true ambivalence each time we got deep into a subject; enthralled at being able to have such a discussion, scared that I would never be able to hold my own in it.
That’s the truth. And yes, it is my own ego causing this problem within me. But you deserve to know.
So apparently I am un-dateable because I am too smart. If anyone would like to let me know where I can get a cheap lobotomy, come find me. I’ll be the nerd in the corner discussing the merits of Boethian philosophy as applied to post-modern theory. Or the person sticking an ice-pick up her nose.
Let it be known that devoted Sad-Sigh commenter, “Abe,” if that’s even his real name, is a threat to humanity and the economy. While “working” diligently from “home” I received an email threat simply entitled:
I squish your head!
Body:
It’s a sad depiction of the employed and the obviously unemployed – although it’s hard to tell who is who in this scenario.
So, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch, AIG, and WaMu are all big sponsors of ours at work; this week has definitely not been a great one for job confidence.
My favorite of all of these companies to work with has definitely been Lehman Brothers. I’ve had a great relationship with all of the people in their Philanthropy team, and I was actually quite depressed throughout the first half of the week after the bankruptcy announcement.
Which leads me to ask – when did I become so invested in the corporate world? Since when is it okay for me to count major financial institutions amongst my best friends? I find myself consoling everyone I know that works in the banking world, and doing much commisseration and drowning of sorrows. What’s next? Taking AIG out to get hookers and booze because the government has been up their ass all week?
Let’s hope not, because I hear that AIG gets really crazy when they’re drunk.