Observation

Last night, I was talking to D (aka SK) about Twitter and I was like, "Honestly, who ARE these people?" I don't know most of my followers in real life, and yet I love Twitter. The people who "follow" me on Facebook are my real life friends, and I can't stand Facebook.

Maybe these days I prefer talking to people I don't have to answer to?

I told D that one day all relationships will be like Twitter. No one will ever have to meet each other. His line of the night: "Yeah, you won't have to meet anyone and even sex will be based on Twitter. You only get 140 thrusts and that's it."

I can't top that line.

-- Sent from my mobile device

If I Ran The World

Bizarro Jen Resume: http://bit.ly/WLnOi

WARNING

If you wore a WARNING sign that could be read by everyone who meets you and would warn them of something they should know about you, what would it say?

Interesting question, right?

Personally, I tend to BE my own warning sign, but if I had to answer this (and I don't) then I would say that my warning sign would read "Tends to forget to tell the most important people in her life why she's glad they're a part of her life."

Most of my friends get this about me, and love me anyway. It's the new people that have a hard time with this one.



I'm not a bad person. I just forget to tell people how amazing they are. Maybe my warning sign should read "If I'm hanging out with you, I already think you're amazing."

Or maybe I can just work on telling the important people why they're still in my life.

Probably the second one.

Words that come back

I just remembered something an old boss said to me. She was training me at my first HR job and there was a ton of paperwork. I was always so frustrated about the pile of paperwork. One day she looked at me and said, "Stop trying to get to the bottom of the pile. You'll never get to the bottom of the pile."

I wish I could remember that every day and especially on the days when I'm desperately looking for the bottom of the pile.

-- Sent from my mobile device

Worlds Collide

There's a sound effect in Pink's Sober (Bimbo Jones Remix) that is the exact same sound my phone makes when I'm getting a facebook message.

Hmmm, what to do? ... Never listen to this song again, change the alert tone, or delete facebook?

Decisions, decisions.

Gym Stuff

The last time I was in a gym (before last week, that is) I had a crappy clamshell Samsung phone that eventually cracked into two halves.

We were all so cute with our clamshell phones.

I had a CD walkman. If I dropped it while I was running on the treadmill, the CD went flying into the next treadmill. The CD player was never far behind. I'm lucky I didn't kill someone for all the times I dropped it.

My last gym was a New York Sports Club. I'm now going to a different New York Sports Club. They all smell the same. Chlorine, bleach and sweat.

I'm happy to be back at the gym. My legs are thrilled.

Just thinking

I'm turning 31 in less than a month. I'm not really sure where the time goes. It seems like just yesterday I was moving out of the house.

Never in a million years did I think I would be unemployed at this age, but here I am.

They say that at any given moment you are exactly where you are meant to be. Here's hoping that's actually true.

Because if it isn't, I'm pretty screwed.