Archive | March, 2011

Chelsea Morning

29 Mar

Joni Mitchell: For cool kids only.

Thanks to Netflix, I’ve been able to watch all these obscure documentaries (which is totally my favorite genre), including one about Joni Mitchell called “Woman of Heart and Mind”. It was pretty good, mostly because I’m a huge Joni Mitchell fan.

Well, that got me thinking about my all time favorite Joni Mitchell story, starring my very own sister, Caroline.

One morning a few years back, Caroline woke up early and it was just one of those days when she was feeling good. Feeling good about life, and the world, and everything else. And what was the one song that exemplified all those groovy feelings she was feeling? Chelsea Morning by Joni Mitchell.

In case you’ve never heard Chelsea Morning, it’s a pretty cheesy song that features the following words and phrases: Christmas bells; pipes and drums; rainbow; crimson crystal beads; sun show; milk; toast; honey; butterscotch; and so on and so forth.

So Caroline gets out of bed and heads downstairs, singing Chelsea Morning at the top of her lungs. She’s really into it and by the time she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she’s well into the first verse of the song.

And that’s when she sees the construction worker that had been standing at the bottom of the steps, waiting for my mom. And he heard the whole thing.



Cube Etiquette

13 Mar

Like most other Americans working in an office setting, I have sat in a cubicle since starting my post-college professional career almost five years ago. Because I’m pretty good about blocking out noise and looking busy (just kidding), the cube format has never really bothered me.

About a month ago, I got a new job and moved to a different floor in my building. Just to give you a visual, my back faces the cube behind me (although no one sits there right now) and I share a cube wall with the person who sits next to me. I can’t see that person, but I can hear them.

And for the first time, I’ve realized that this means they can probably hear me as well. I don’t know why this fact has never occurred to me before. Maybe, up until this point, I’ve always sat next to really quiet men who either didn’t talk on the phone very often or weren’t at their desks all that much.

Now cruel reality has come crashing down.

I now sit next to a woman who is required to be on the phone for a large part of her day in order to perform her job well. Just as a reminder, all that separates us is a piece of fabric that divides her cube and mine.

Don’t get me wrong — this woman is awesome at what she does and works very, very hard. She’s not even particularly loud, but for some reason, I just have a much harder time blocking her out that anyone I’ve ever sat next to before.

I feel strange when I hear her say things like, “So the doctor said I should be fine. I’m still coughing, and stuff is still coming up, but it’s not as gross as it was last week.”

Or, “Yeah, we went out this weekend and there was this kid at the club who couldn’t have been older than 20. He looked JUST like Justin Bieber. Like, JUST like him!!!! He wanted to party with us but I said, ‘Listen Bieber, it’s wayyyyyy past your bedtime’.” (I heard that story three times which is why I’m using it as an example.)

This has got me thinking about cube etiquette. How loud is too loud? What are you supposed to share with people over the phone if you don’t want your cube mates to hear it? Are you supposed to acknowledge the person on the other side of your cube divider? How much can you acknowledge them – I mean, this IS a place of business, after all. What if I heard her plotting to kill someone? Would I be required to report it to police or would my eavesdropping get me in major trouble? AHHH so many hard questions.

Family in the news

6 Mar

I’d like everyone to take a look at the picture below from today’s edition of the St. Louis Post Dispatch.

If you’re asking yourself, “Is that Eva’s sister Didgie celebrating Mardi Gras in St. Louis?” the answer is yes, yes it is.

She’s the one in the back sitting on some dude’s shoulders looking like a holy figure rising from the dead. And yes, those are her friends Sarah and Janie in the front lunging for beads like starving beggars on the street.

Interestingly enough, Didgie isn’t the only family member who’s been featured in the newspaper before. My dad uncovered this gem last year. Apparently, my mom took a little excursion to the Sugar Shack, a male strip club in Milwaukee in the summer of 1979 and landed herself in the Milwaukee Sentinel.

Ahhh, the beauty of Google.

Although I wish I had never read THIS statement:

The formula seems to work well. Gail, 24, a nurse from Chicago, purred, “They were very seductive.”

AHHHHHHHH!!!! TMI MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love when my family is in the news.