Earlier last week I found out I made a mistake on one of my assignments at work. Oops. Something about not following the context rules on the editing program. Psh, whatever. Do I look like I'm the type of person who follows rules??
Yes. I just forgot about the context rules :(
Thankfully, though, we were able to fix the problem. No harm done. Then, today as I was tweedling away aimlessly on the computadora, my editor quietly walks into my cube and says something about no topic-id. Ah shit, busted on Facebook and in real life. Double whammy.
But, wait! There's more!
After a few minutes of talking through the problem, which by all accounts was not entirely my fault, I had to write a very lengthy email to another editor detailing the issue at hand. A response an hour later + a manageable solution by the end of the day = oh, sweet sunshine, crisis averted! Technically, however, the problem would have been there with or without my contribution; it just became more visible by default of my previous error in judgment. So technically, I saved the day. Huzzah!
Anyway, let's hope nothing else comes up (because it shouldn't!), and I finish this internship with a bang! I only have a week left so I want everything to end on a fabulous note. I don't want to leave a huge mess behind because no one had any idea what I was doing while I was there (myself included).
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tea
One of the perks of working at a fairly large company is the free caffeinated drinks you find in the break rooms. Lattes courtesy of the choking latte machine, questionable coffee from questionable coffee dispensers, an abundance of hot chocolate packets, and (my favorite!) an assortment of Bertie Bigelow's every flavored tea (minus the Bertie part, I was just trying to be clever). So today, instead of my usual green tea, I decided to brew myself a mug of chai. And what a great decision that turned out to be because on the end of my tea bag was a thoughtful Chinese proverb that consequently ignited an inquisitive Google search for more Chinese proverbs, ultimately sparking what I would like to call my Chinese Proverb Lecture Series! You'll understand why this is a marvelous idea after I introduce a few of the bad boys I found. Some are wise and telling but others are just plain weird. Anyway, today's poignant proverb of choice is none other than the one dangling from my chai tea bag:
"When the heart is at ease, the body is healthy."
Simple, yes, but what exactly eases the heart? I really think it's more than just good dieting and exercise that constitutes a healthy heart and, ultimately, a healthy body. It has to be a more intimate practice--something powerful enough to successfully unravel the intricacies of this peculiarly symbolic and all-important organ. A spiritual meditation of some kind? Or the physical calm that comes after taking deep breaths and those lovely lazy yawns. What can put the heart at ease?
Personally, I would like to make a tiny addition to this proverb, an addition that has proven itself highly important in my own pursuit toward a physical well-being. That aspect being happiness (!), and I think it is a thrill that only our minds can acknowledge and experience. A flow of relaxation that calms the tensions of our cluttered thoughts, thereby allowing our hearts to open, accept, and love-- to be at ease. But then again that's just my interpretation :)
"When the mind is happy, the heart is at ease and the body is healthy."
"When the heart is at ease, the body is healthy."
Simple, yes, but what exactly eases the heart? I really think it's more than just good dieting and exercise that constitutes a healthy heart and, ultimately, a healthy body. It has to be a more intimate practice--something powerful enough to successfully unravel the intricacies of this peculiarly symbolic and all-important organ. A spiritual meditation of some kind? Or the physical calm that comes after taking deep breaths and those lovely lazy yawns. What can put the heart at ease?
Personally, I would like to make a tiny addition to this proverb, an addition that has proven itself highly important in my own pursuit toward a physical well-being. That aspect being happiness (!), and I think it is a thrill that only our minds can acknowledge and experience. A flow of relaxation that calms the tensions of our cluttered thoughts, thereby allowing our hearts to open, accept, and love-- to be at ease. But then again that's just my interpretation :)
"When the mind is happy, the heart is at ease and the body is healthy."
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Reassurance
FACT: Toyota likes to put shitty tires on their cars.
Babycakes v2.0 is only two years old and is already due for four brand new tires. And of course, since I'm such a dutiful car owner, I went on a mad hunt for cheap and reliable tires this week. I found a few candidates that had Italian-mafia-head-nodding-so-so-kinda-manageable prices but after taking into account the installation costs and "old tire disposal fee" (another angry fist shake at Toyota), things weren't too bada-bing bada-bang anymore ya know?
Long story short, I basically renounced my decision-making responsibility and forced my brother to find a suitable brand of tires for me. He steered me toward a set of Pirelli tires, and now I have an appointment on Saturday at 1pm to hand over $460.30 of my hard earned bacon. But you know what?! Although this scenario has all the markings of a well-deserved FML rant, I prefer to think of it as a "I feel F'd right now but ML later would be more enjoyable because Babycakes isn't stranded on the side of the freeway while making the trek back to SoCal" glass-half-full type of thing. Just one less thing to worry about in the future ya know? Bada-bing!
I guess it's that slight reassurance that I won't run into any unnecessary mishap because I'm taking care of my bizz-nit. There's that gain of looking out for your ass, I suppose, that trumps feeling financially depleted. So in the end, I'm just paying for my own ass, and gosh darn do I feel HELLA reassured I have a pretty sturdy ass that will get me back home safely.
Babycakes v2.0 is only two years old and is already due for four brand new tires. And of course, since I'm such a dutiful car owner, I went on a mad hunt for cheap and reliable tires this week. I found a few candidates that had Italian-mafia-head-nodding-so-so-kinda-manageable prices but after taking into account the installation costs and "old tire disposal fee" (another angry fist shake at Toyota), things weren't too bada-bing bada-bang anymore ya know?
Long story short, I basically renounced my decision-making responsibility and forced my brother to find a suitable brand of tires for me. He steered me toward a set of Pirelli tires, and now I have an appointment on Saturday at 1pm to hand over $460.30 of my hard earned bacon. But you know what?! Although this scenario has all the markings of a well-deserved FML rant, I prefer to think of it as a "I feel F'd right now but ML later would be more enjoyable because Babycakes isn't stranded on the side of the freeway while making the trek back to SoCal" glass-half-full type of thing. Just one less thing to worry about in the future ya know? Bada-bing!
I guess it's that slight reassurance that I won't run into any unnecessary mishap because I'm taking care of my bizz-nit. There's that gain of looking out for your ass, I suppose, that trumps feeling financially depleted. So in the end, I'm just paying for my own ass, and gosh darn do I feel HELLA reassured I have a pretty sturdy ass that will get me back home safely.
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