The title of this blog entry is strange and random, because the entry itself will be strange and random. It is more or less a collection of thoughts. It got its title from one of my random comments during a conversation with two of my favorites- Kaddie and Ryan. I spoke with Kaddie today, and she mentioned that little Saraism- in a sense, we are all on an island. So I felt it was only appropriate to use it as a title.
I was recently in Detroit for two weeks for a conference for work. Yes, that was two fucking weeks in Detroit. And what, you may ask, would I do in Detroit for two weeks? Well, I did my work shit, but I also have some stories...would you expect any less? I was in Motown for new hire training, so I got to meet a lot of other people from all around the country. I think most of them hate me. While the majority of my colleagues went out drinking and got hammered in front of VPs every night, I for once was a good girl. I did not show up to our training sessions hung over, so I was engaged and asked about a million questions and networked with the VPs. I know everyone was sick of my questions by the end of day two. And now for the juicy stuff from the Sara you all know and love! As per the norm, I managed to be a drunken slut. One of the few times I did go out, my buddy Steve and I hit the town of Royal Oak. And somehow, I managed to hook up with his friend in true Drunken Sara fashion. As many of you know, while some people may do stupid things when inebriated, I do stupid people. Also as many of you know, I am allergic to almost everything on the planet. And the next day after my alcohol-induced escapades, I ate something that I am allergic to. I looked like Will Smith in the movie Hitch and couldn't breath! So, the day after hooking up with his friend, Steve the Saint drove me to the hospital! I had to get steroid injections because my Epi Pen was expired and got a prescription for 'roid. I heart Steve. I also was able to go to the Woodward Dream Cruise, which is more or less a parade of incredible classic cars and American automotive at its finest. I was also able to meet up with my one friend in Detroit..and that is all I have to say about D-town...until my next trip.
Things are much better at work. Ever since my momentary lapse of genius with the computer program, Tiny Tim seems to hate me just a little bit less. It has made my life much better.
Now that we are older, I have developed great relationships with my two sisters. One of them of out to visit a little while ago, and we had the best time. It is so nice that we are able to get along now. I also get along well with the parentals. It is more like we are friends. I love seeing my family because we have so much fun together and are able to drink and hang out. I am trying to make a trip back East in October and I am getting more and more excited about the idea. This is a first.
Last week was crazy insanely busy at work. And of course, it also happened to be the week when my friend from Detroit was in SoCal. His name is Nati. I might as well name him since I have mentioned him a few times. We met on the Birth Right trip in Israel and he works for Delloitte in Detroit- how random is that?!?! Even thought I did not get to spend much time with him (which I feel SO guilty about), we were able to spend some "quality time" together, as cheesy as it sounds. It was so nice to talk to someone my age with a good job and who has similar views on politics and life in general. I live alone, so it was nice to come home to someone for a change!
This is Labor Day Weekend. I have decided that I need to take some Sara Time, so to speak. As a result, I have done whatever I fucking feel like doing. I have been yoga-ing and hitting up Malibu. Some people need to be around other people all the time. I am perfectly capable of entertaining myself. I enjoy just being me! I think it is rare in this day and age when a person can be perfectly content to get from he or she needs from within and not have to look to others to fulfill that need. I'd like to think I am able to do this because although I am not a very religious person, I consider myself to be spiritual and in touch with Sara...okay no more third person references. I am not Bob Dole, but I do recommend reading his autobiography from when he fought during WWII. It was excellent! Right now, I cam working on "My Friend Leonard," which is the sequel to "A Million Little Pieces." Ron Chernow's "Alexander Hamilton," and William S. Bourrough's "Naked Lunch." I need to finish at least one of them this weekend. All of the books are very different, but very good in their own right. That's another thing. I don't think people read enough these days. Or write letters. Letter writing is a lot art.
I was recently in Detroit for two weeks for a conference for work. Yes, that was two fucking weeks in Detroit. And what, you may ask, would I do in Detroit for two weeks? Well, I did my work shit, but I also have some stories...would you expect any less? I was in Motown for new hire training, so I got to meet a lot of other people from all around the country. I think most of them hate me. While the majority of my colleagues went out drinking and got hammered in front of VPs every night, I for once was a good girl. I did not show up to our training sessions hung over, so I was engaged and asked about a million questions and networked with the VPs. I know everyone was sick of my questions by the end of day two. And now for the juicy stuff from the Sara you all know and love! As per the norm, I managed to be a drunken slut. One of the few times I did go out, my buddy Steve and I hit the town of Royal Oak. And somehow, I managed to hook up with his friend in true Drunken Sara fashion. As many of you know, while some people may do stupid things when inebriated, I do stupid people. Also as many of you know, I am allergic to almost everything on the planet. And the next day after my alcohol-induced escapades, I ate something that I am allergic to. I looked like Will Smith in the movie Hitch and couldn't breath! So, the day after hooking up with his friend, Steve the Saint drove me to the hospital! I had to get steroid injections because my Epi Pen was expired and got a prescription for 'roid. I heart Steve. I also was able to go to the Woodward Dream Cruise, which is more or less a parade of incredible classic cars and American automotive at its finest. I was also able to meet up with my one friend in Detroit..and that is all I have to say about D-town...until my next trip.
Things are much better at work. Ever since my momentary lapse of genius with the computer program, Tiny Tim seems to hate me just a little bit less. It has made my life much better.
Now that we are older, I have developed great relationships with my two sisters. One of them of out to visit a little while ago, and we had the best time. It is so nice that we are able to get along now. I also get along well with the parentals. It is more like we are friends. I love seeing my family because we have so much fun together and are able to drink and hang out. I am trying to make a trip back East in October and I am getting more and more excited about the idea. This is a first.
Last week was crazy insanely busy at work. And of course, it also happened to be the week when my friend from Detroit was in SoCal. His name is Nati. I might as well name him since I have mentioned him a few times. We met on the Birth Right trip in Israel and he works for Delloitte in Detroit- how random is that?!?! Even thought I did not get to spend much time with him (which I feel SO guilty about), we were able to spend some "quality time" together, as cheesy as it sounds. It was so nice to talk to someone my age with a good job and who has similar views on politics and life in general. I live alone, so it was nice to come home to someone for a change!
This is Labor Day Weekend. I have decided that I need to take some Sara Time, so to speak. As a result, I have done whatever I fucking feel like doing. I have been yoga-ing and hitting up Malibu. Some people need to be around other people all the time. I am perfectly capable of entertaining myself. I enjoy just being me! I think it is rare in this day and age when a person can be perfectly content to get from he or she needs from within and not have to look to others to fulfill that need. I'd like to think I am able to do this because although I am not a very religious person, I consider myself to be spiritual and in touch with Sara...okay no more third person references. I am not Bob Dole, but I do recommend reading his autobiography from when he fought during WWII. It was excellent! Right now, I cam working on "My Friend Leonard," which is the sequel to "A Million Little Pieces." Ron Chernow's "Alexander Hamilton," and William S. Bourrough's "Naked Lunch." I need to finish at least one of them this weekend. All of the books are very different, but very good in their own right. That's another thing. I don't think people read enough these days. Or write letters. Letter writing is a lot art.
1 comment:
i miss you my sweet gal. and you dont update your blog enough. i know i havent updated mine since april........but you need to. work gets me crazy tired and im a big bum. i need my energy back!
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