up to trouble/down to business

Last night went on a bit longer than it should have. I began at Mesh for dinner/drinks. Mesh is a new spot on Mass Ave in the space where Scholars Inn crashed and burned last year. I would HIGHLY recommend it for my foodie friends in Indy as well as those just looking for a spot to chill with other normal young progessionals.

I then made the mistake of heading up to Brothers to meet up with Lori and D. Rhea (fka Mr. P). There is an interesting collection of sad/desperate humanity in da rip on Wed nights (see bad pic). Us included. We couldn't pull ourselves away from the show. Upside-i got hit on by some nice young (23ish) man. Good night for the ego.

This morning I was tired of drinking my poor-girls homeade lattes so we went into the rip for real ones. Ended up at the health food store and spent an hour getting learned about how to cure all our ailments. Walked out with liver detox, magnesium, a nasal drainage thing, brain tonic, cortisol support, slimming tea, kombucha, calm drink packets and coconut water. We're broker but waayyy healthier. We are both total suckers for this crap. In the future i think we'll avoid that store on our walks in the rip.

Lori spent the afternoon getting focused on future employment. All interesting ideas are welcome.

Footage of the Assinine game from the garage sale and Lori Catching Up

Lori here..and first time writing.... I have a couple of items to write about... to catch up...

Losing Job.... Yep, It sucked...and it was a horrible process,  but then again... things happen... and well, good luck to them.  Easier to say now, then a week ago, but I can say this becuase of one thing... people... in my life... thanks for the support. 

Being Janet in Three's Company...I am not happy about being Janet in the Three's Company... and I would have liked the opportunity to discuss this before this was made final... but obviously this did not happen... However....I will take full advantage of having the right to be annoying and I am going to bank on Janet being the smartest in the house... so hopefully, this will help me get my next employment opportunity... yet... H Bomb will have me on vocabulary...any day... she is very clever with using new words that I have no idea what they mean...

Garage Sale:  If you ever lose your job and need to have a project to keep you busy, garage sale is the jackpot.  Only problem, when you have large items and you have to move them... let's see... more than 5 times... I love H bomb's couches... but they need to grow feet like her spatula she mentioned earlier and walk themselves to  all the different locations.  

And the garage sale .... "man game".... K Dawg won the game on Saturday and I would like to think the college football games were the reason for the game, but I think it just gave them the opportunity to beat up on one another. 

And then on Sunday I think Brian was missing his buddies becuase he made up his own game.... the traffic was a little slow due to church we think.... Being his lil sister, I might get beat up or lose a place to stay at his house, so I am going to hold off until I am moved in and then show the footage on here... H Bomb should be very proud of her man and his creativity...

Selling junk ain't worth the effort!

Day two of the great sale of 2010 is beginning and our offerings are lacking curb appeal at this point. All the good stuff and the ear muffs went yesterday. For a day and a half of work we split $215 four ways (although Kyle's $6 doesn't really count.) That money was spent in an hour at the bar last night.

Yesterday was glorious. The ladies lounged on the (unsold) couches in the sun while the guys spent hours devising and playing some assinine game that consisted of throwing a football on the roof and beating each other to grab it on the way down. It kept them out of trouble until the end of the day when we all wanted to leave and they NEEDED TO FINISH THEIR GAME! There is an entire notebook filled with rules and scores.  Frightening.

It will take $50 profit to make this worth missing flag football for. Fingers crossed.

PURGING - OR MOVING SALE, WHATEVER

Lori and I had the brilliant stroke of genius to scramble all week to do a garage sale this weekend. While our marketing has been super-professional our preparation has been a bit scattered.  Or maybe I should just speak for myself and say MY preparation has been scattered. Per usual, I've spent all my time thinking about the big stuff and no time on the details. However, if anyone needs a rubber spoon and spatula with arms and legs they are 25 cents a piece.

Mr. P suggested that we needed to add pictures of chicks in bikinis to our online marketing portfolio. Not us, apparently, but random chicks in bikinis (insult or good marketing acumen?) I'm not sure that's the clientele we want to attract...but I've added a sample to this post so let me know if that makes you more interested in buying our crap.

Brian gets in tonight and I can imagine his reaction to the current status of my home will be "what the hell have you been doing for the past week?" I am very familiar with this particular response to my perceived lack of productivity - my dad says this every time he helps me move. What I have really been doing is planning my attack so when I get down to it I can knock it out quickly. I have also been puttering at an astounding rate. If they gave medals for lack of attention span precipitating harebrained puttering I would totally win the gold.

LATER ON DAY 1 - Adult beverages

First stop = liqour store. I tell the guy behind the counter that my allergies are terrible so he won't think my red eyes are from crying. I'm not good with emotional displays or even the appearance of an emotional outburst - anger might be the only exception.

Lori and I arrive at my house at the same time and I pour wine while she pours over the severance package. It makes you feel special to realize you have been offered one month of salary for being "displaced", which they vehemently and repeatedly stressed is not a performance-based decision, while people fired for poor performance or other cause get six just to keep them quiet (and avoid lawsuits). This is when the real shock sets in. I have a mortgage to pay, Lori has rent and neither of us has a huge savings account.

Here's the upside - I had been working on figuring out how to get my boyfriend and I in the same state for a couple of months (he's in Florida.) This just sped up the process and, unfortunately for him, put a bit more of a potential financial burden on him.

Here's the interesting part - my boyfriend is Lori's brother. So what better idea than to start planning a Three's Company-esque lifestyle in beautiful Tampa Bay?

DAY 1 - FIRED

9/19/2010 10:00 am (Well today is really the 22nd but it took me a few days to feel like writing about getting fired).
Recieve a meeting maker from boss-lady and promptly check to see who is included. This was D-Day or the day everyone who was going to be "displaced" (their term not mine) would get the news. I was expecting it but wasn't expecting to see the three other people in the meeting.

10:30 am - Grab Lori and head downstairs to get fired. Terribly surreal to walk into a tiny meeting room with Lori and administrative asst and look across the table at HR guy, Boss lady and Interim patsy VP (IpVP). It gets even better when they put the phone on speaker and dial other asst. director who happens to be on vacation in Maine. Companies should take lessons from the morons who "displaced" us - hearing you've lost your job in a room with three other displaced losers (one of whom is on the phone) is about the least graceful and dignified way to receive the information.  An email or literal pink slip would have sufficed.

After hearing a script read (not one thank you for your time or your value to this organization is appreciated) the three of us smile and walk out thanking them for canning us.  How else can you react in that ridiculous situation?

Lori and I pack up and leave to go wallow/vent on my couch.