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Adventures in Unemployment

Being unemployed has thought me a few things so far. You have to tread carefully in two minefields: Unemployment Benefits and Social Situations. Here are a few pointers I have learned to cope:

1.       Navigation of UI Benefits - Money can magically appear in your checking account!

Be Honest

When you register you have to provide a lot of information that they will use to determine your eligibility and weekly benefit amount. Everything is verified with your former employer so this will require some work on your part to find out what you salary and bonus figures were, in addition to any severance payments. Your previous employer should also pay you for any accrued PTO, which is not the same as severance so it’s important to know these numbers to avoid an "investigation".

Keep Records – “Work-Search Contacts”

As a prerequisite to receiving benefits you’re required to make a certain amount of work search contacts each week. This is not a physical encounter, or even a bilateral encounter. It can be anything from submitting an application to attending an event.  You don’t have to interact with another person, physically, electronically, technically etc… Keep a log of this because you have to re-apply for benefits every 2 weeks and you can be audited. I have a journal of my work search contacts, and I’ve actually enjoyed keeping it. Whenever I feel like I’m not doing enough, I can look through the journal, calm down, and realize that I’m obsessively looking for work.

Waiting Week

Where’s my $$$! You will not receive any cash from Uncle Sam (or Big Tex in my case since my benefits come from the State of Texas) so hopefully you got some severance.  I imagine this week is very stressful for those who are not shacking up with their gainfully employed boyfriend. If you’re approved for benefits, your first week’s pay will be held until you have received 3 weeks of benefits.  The logic isn’t there but it works, on week 3 I got an extra week's pay. Cha CHING!

Milk It

Who doesn’t have sympathy for the recently laid off? In this economy it’s a scary prospect to be out of work and most people are very sensitive to that.  My advice is to milk it.  Let it be known that you were popped and soak up the benefits. I have gotten free parking, reduced bar tabs, and other courtesies.  It sounds bad, but I would and have extended the same kindness to the laid off, chronically laid off, and serial laid off. It’s my turn!

2.       Navigate Friends and Social Situations

Treatment of “Favors”

When you suddenly have a lot of free time on your hands the favor requests start to pour in.  This is counterintuitive because since I've been laid off I've been busier than before trying to find a job, applying for benefits, moving my 401k, researching healthcare plans, etc... But, you will be asked to take care of some favors for friends and family and they can add up if you're not careful.  I’m awful at this. I say do as many favors as possible because when you have the time and ability to help you should take advantage of this opportunity.  It’s a gift to be able to help someone and that shouldn’t be taken for granted. However, some people are lazy and opportunistic.  If you have requests from the later it’s convenient to have “a call”, or “interview”… doesn’t have to be real. But it is really important that you have plenty of time for your job search.  Some applications can take hours and follow-up emails and calls add up. Just say no...

Avoid Fake Sympathy

The overly sympathetic friend or acquaintance can enrage an unemployed person such as myself.  The best way to avoid this is to not make eye contact and smile a lot. When you’re in the presence of a “sympathetic ear” make sure you have plenty of things to talk about and questions for that person that are about them. I find these people are typically also very interested in themselves and/or gossipy.  While looking for the nearest exit, direct the conversation towards them and seem happy so that when they go off gossiping to the next person they will tell them that you seem to be doing well. Run for the exit.

Navigate Social Situations

Socializing can be brutal for the unemployed. Because, who wants to talk about what could have been, what job you’re chasing, the recently returned email/glimmer of hope, the latest job rejection, or how you have been “staying busy”. All of these things make me SICK. One solution is to arrive late. I find that if you’re late, the conversations are already going and you can just join in unnoticed. Also, if you’re a girl, don’t go to the bathroom with other girls. That’s when they will get you in the corner and talk slowly, at a slightly higher interval with tilt their heads tilted just a bit in sympathy. These type of girls are probably not interested in having a career, or have never had a job or responsibilities. Make sure your bathroom visits are alone to avoid the awkwardness.

Socializing, however, is so important for the unemployed because it is the best way to market yourself and make some “work search contacts”.  If there is a professional event, or a social outing (happy hour, birthdays of friends or colleagues), I try to use it as an opportunity to meet new people and let them know that I’m looking for work. It’s really surprising how eager to help strangers and new acquaintances can be.

This short list helps me manage the day-to day with the least amount of angst and frustration. Once you master it you can live off the government and enjoy sweet alone-time! Now back to the job boards.

anne got canned

I'm watching Food Network, cuddled up with Ginger and McGinnis.

Just kidding! I'm looking for jobs. I need a job, until my blog hits it big. I can't wait to push the "monetize" button on the blogspot dashboard and see the cash flood in. Alas, the blog is not ready for prime time! And thanks to generous tax payers and Congress' fortitude I can ride this out for 99 weeks.

When I got canned, 2 days later I went to Cayman, for a fabulous vacation. It was made a little less fabulous by newly introduced budget constraints but it was very nice to get away and decompose. Also, how many times in your adult life can you go on vacation and not have to think about the pile of work that is accumulating for you back at home? 

Before I left town, I wanted to be sure to say goodbye to my former colleagues that I knew I would miss.  This was really important to me and I am so glad I did it. When you get laid off, you are escorted out of the building and there are no goodbyes. You just leave quietly and then people begin to notice that your cube has been empty for a while and all of your things are gone... and there were layoffs today... and... yeah, where's Annie?

Although I had emailed or texted all of my friends at work that were close a few hours after the rif, I decided to have a "retirement party" happy hour at my favorite bar. I invited all of my former colleagues that I knew would be supportive and help me find my next job.  I was worried that it would be difficult to see everyone but I was really happy.  Everyone was very kind and understanding. The guy I sat next to at my first job stopped by. It was an unusual mix but overall I think it worked out and made me feel much better about leaving. 

Since I worked by myself in my former role I didn't have a team, but I had my own little team throughout the organization that I had worked with for different projects. In the days and weeks after the rif, I received calls and emails from colleagues at offices in New York and Chicago.  The amount of support was greater than I could ever have anticipated.  So many people looking to help me.

And I'm not too proud for help. I told the concierge at my apartment building about the layoff and the next evening he had 2 email addresses from people in the building that work in finance and are willing to help.  I don't even know these neighbors but when I emailed them they passed along my resume. Being laid off has also gotten me free parking and reduced bar tabs. It's been 1 month, and I'm very confident that I will be okay because of the help and support from friends, family, colleagues and strangers. 

Back to the job boards! Have a great week everyone.

DAP (Dog Appeasing Pheromone)

Do you love fluffy babies??

I mean do you REALLY, LUUUV them?

Do you want to squeeze them? Roll around on the ground and frolic with them?

Do you love their fluffy faces and how their ears can tell stories?

Do you put funny hats on them, and name them after your grandfather??

 

I love the fluffy babies! All of them. If they’re fluffy, I want to take them home. But sometimes at home, the fluffy baby turns into a fluffy monster that you want to strangle. It’s amazing how the cuteness turns to evil like your life is a big joke.

I’ve been spending lots of time with the 4 legged friends lately because I’m unemployed. Additionally, we just moved into a new apartment, and can you believe it Fluffy Ginger had a hard time adapting!? She was constantly anxious, panting all the time, barking at any noise from the hallway and being unbearably possessive.  Then she started acting out. If M was at home and not paying attention to her then she would pee in the apartment. I had upped the number of walks per day to a minimum of 4, hoping that it would help calm her and reduce the accidents.  She was mean in the dog park, challenging any dog that came near me or McGinnis.

Then we went to the vet, and got the DAP collar. AAAHHH. The DAP collar emits a pheromone that puppies get from their mother when they are young to calm them down.  DAP comes in collar form and diffuser. We got both. But, I cannot recommend the collar enough. It’s a constant damper on Ginger’s shenanigans.  It’s not like she is lethargic or doesn’t play; rather, she no longer has the psyco-edge that makes you leave the dog park early because your golden retriever attacks any dog that comes near you. We use the diffuser at home, but before we got the collar we didn’t get the results because she would go right back to her neuroticness outside of the apartment. Any proud fluffy baby owner wants to take their pooch everywhere so the collar is really the way to go for us. Also, we have to consider McGinnis (who is always laid-back), too much DAP for him and we would have to check his pulse!

Behold! DAP-ed out calm submissive Fluffy Ginger!

I love DAP, I want to buy it in bulk and hand out collars at the dog park to other desperate fluffy baby lovers.

Yeah, so now that that is taken care of, we think McGinnis may have a UTI… is there a collar for that???

RIF-ed

Axed, popped, canned, shit canned, laid…off. It’s the white collar death sentence.  In this economy with unemployment exceeding 9% nationally for 3 years having a job is quite the accomplishment.  I read somewhere that only half of college graduates since 2006 have jobs, and now I have joined the unfortunate half.

Because my blog is a happy place, I haven’t been able to write for some time. While I do express various frustrations here, it’s all part of loving everything, all of the stuff in life.  The frustrations and challenges keep it real and give us inspiration for making or doing something better or different.  When you get laid off , these basic premises of life are more difficult to discern and balance.  For example, the “lay off” or “rif” is carried out in a very meticulous and strategic way.  There is a script, and no matter how much you think you know the person you work for, the HR people, and any of the leadership the ONLY thing they can say to you is: “It was a business decision”.  Here is a little dialogue from when I was canned.

Boss: “We had to make a tough business decision to reduce staff, and your position was selected to be eliminated”.

Me: “Okay, I understand that. What about other positions that are open at the firm, we have a few online that I feel I would be qualified for, and I already know the business well so it would be an easy transition.”

HR Person: “We made an announcement to reduce staff, and we have made a business decision to eliminate your position”

Me: “I understand that, however I’ve been approached by other department leaders that wanted to hire me because I have a good reputation at the firm, I’m licensed, and can work in different areas.  If I would have known that my position would be eliminated, I would have taken any of these jobs, even at a reduced salary.  I really don’t want to be unemployed right now.”

Boss: “Your work was great, but with the recent announcements to sell assets etc… we do not need your department… I’m not good at this HR Person is better at explaining these things.”

HR Person, (who is very nice, but doesn’t know anything about my job, and would have to go back to school to understand it):  “Yes, it’s not a reflection on you, this was a BUSINESS DECISION, we regret to let you go.  We have prepared a severance package that I would like to explain to you now.”

Me: “Okay, let’s take a look.”

HR Person: “Blah blah balh, severance agreement, Blah Blah, Balh COBRA, Blah Blah Blah Blah, move your 401K, blah blha Business Decision, blah blah, outplacement firm…”

Boss:  "I’ll wait to escort you out of the building.,”

Me: Thanks, I’ll be quick.

In the next room, a very kind small guy waits to “counsel” me about what just happened. I enter the room:

Outplacement firm guy: "Hello, my name is “Bill”, I’m here to help you.”

Me: “Thanks Bill, I don’t have much time to talk right now and I have a lot on my mind so can we reschedule?”

Bill: “Sure, I would be glad to talk to you, did you know you were getting laid off?”

Me (not wanting to admit my formerly-irrational fear of getting laid off): “No, but I have been looking since August for a better place to work.”

Bill: “I understand, you need to work for a company that is growing and I have some in mind that we can talk about when you’re ready.  Here is a folder with some information. We would like for you to come in soon to get started.”

Me: “Thanks Bill.”

Outiside HR Person and Boss are waiting.  I go over to my cube and Boss is apologizing again and again, but it’s too late for me. If he really wanted to help his chance was weeks ago. I packed up my things while he waited, and asked him to give various items to other people around the office.

Then we went outside and I stuck around for a bit while he had a cigarette.  He didn’t even offer me one. It would have been the perfect way to finish the layoff in style! Rather, a few other smokers from work came out, and in order not to make this situation any more awkward I decided to leave.

So yeah, it was a “Business Decision”. Boss, did any of your happy hour buddies get rif-ed?

I’m not upset with Boss, I’m upset with myself for getting into this situation. I should have hustled, and gotten into a more secure position. Instead, I was trusting and hoping that since Boss never mentioned anything negative, that I was doing a good job. The truth that I learned is that he was avoiding me because he could never fire a friend. Being nice and popular is important to him. While I consider myself to be nice and popular, it’s not because I try to be nice or popular.  Rather, I try to be kind and honest.  You can be kind while delivering bad news, which is necessary sometimes when you’re honest.  People who don’t tell the truth, don’t like to hear it. Reduction in Force (past tense)

SO, for those of you that know me personally, I was treated very well by my previous employer and I hope that things will get better for them, and trust that they are taking the steps necessary to right the ship!  Ahoy!

That is my lay-off story.   I will try to write more frequently for my supportive and beautiful audience (Lacey and Chelsea are the best!).  

Operation Twist

Come on baby, let’s do the twist!!… at the Fed.

I’ve nearly stopped listening to the Fed because Ben Bernanke’s beard creeps me out.  It’s bigger than his face, and he is so unanimated when he speaks you find yourself focusing in on the beard, it’s many hues of brown, black grey and white… Eww… it’s just gross.  It reminds me of the Family Guy episode where a bird nests in Peter’s beard and he has to leave it there because it’s endangered.  I feel like if I pay close attention, I will see something come out the beard (other than QE shenanigans and boring nonsense… blah blah blah… OMG there’s a baby kangroo!) Only lumberjacks or Canadians should have beards like that.  AND, it never goes away, it’s not a seasonal beard.  I’m pretty sure he was born with that beard.

Let me break down the Fed announcement process in pictures:

Ominous Fed

Ominous beard

Redbeard (Arrgh me hopes no one missed the official talk like a pirate day on Sept 19!)

Operation Twist

So the latest in monetary policy is the Operation Twist. The Fed has proposed selling short term bonds and using the proceeds to purchase long term bonds (7 to 12 years).  This will bend the yield curve and serve to reduce long term interest rates.  This is different than the quantitative easing over the past 3 years that has focused mostly on keeping short term interest rates low.  No one expects it to have a significant impact, it could make it easier to borrow for longer terms.  I doubt I will even notice if it eventually takes place.  The only “stimulus” that has directly impacted me was Obama’s payroll tax holiday, the 2% off the 6.2% we pay to Social Security (your employer pays 6.2% on your behalf as well).  That will expire at the end of the year.  I didn’t really consider it a “stimulus” as it was basically letting me keep $$ that “theoretically” should come back to me in retirement.   But I live hard and fast so I don’t plan on collecting much social security anyways.  Not to mention in my annual statement from the Social Security Administration they remind me that I should only expect to collect 66% of what I put in.  As such, I’m planning to live 44% less.

Maybe I’m getting old, or didn’t pay attention until recently, but I feel like “back in the day” when the Fed made an announcement some people listened and cared.  Now, it’s almost like the Fed is another political party, and when there is an announcement we just get slathered with another layer of pandering and more beards.  When Ben Bernanke did a press conference back in April (the first in the Fed’s history) it was hyped like a super bowl.  I didn’t see any cheer leaders for the beard.   The best thing the Fed has done recently was when they warned Congress about their approach to the national debt and insinuated (the Fed never actually says anything) that they are responsible for much of the uncertainty that could be holding the economy down. I agree with Beardnanke on that front.   In the future when we look back on the financial crisis and the “great recession” I don’t think anyone will say “we didn’t have enough monetary policy support, that would have been the difference maker!”.  In fact, the Fed is running out of ways to fulfilling its full-employment mandate without violating the other half of its mandate: price stability.

QE1, QE2, now the twist.  Ben, if you really want to make a difference in the economy get rid of your beard!  Investors will not know what to do but the optimism created from not having to look at it on CNBC may spill over into other parts of the economy and people will be more willing to open up their wallets!

Long time, no blog

Producing a high quality blog such as mine is not easy!  Especially when you’re coordinating an apartment move with 2 guys and 2 dogs (my ambiguous living situation).  When I started this blog I was hoping it would generate a snowball effect of creativity and motivation that would build and the blog would grow with awesome content and some of the creativity and motivation would overflow into other parts of my life and everything would get better and better.  The reality is that blogging is a commitment.  It’s fulfilling, but you only get out what you put in!  I have a much greater appreciation for the really awesome blogs that I like to read and the ones my friends have created. 

Community tables.  I grew up with tons of people pretty much everywhere.  Privacy was a joke, and closed doors and locks were not allowed.  As such, I’m no stranger to communal tables.  They’re quite unusual in Dallas, but since I go to all the trendy restaurants we are encountering them more frequently.  Communal tables are more common in Europe because they don’t have the space and freedom we enjoy in Texas.  I used to go to the cafeteria at Manor (a Swiss department store and grocer) and sit at the communal tables during lunch or for a snack after getting some groceries and try to eavesdrop on the people talking around me to improve my language skills.  The conversations were always very interesting because my understanding was a synthesis of amateur Italian skills and a huge imagination.

Bolsa. Last weekend we went to Bolsa, actually it probably wasn’t the weekend, I think it was Thursday.  The weather has been so beautiful lately that we wanted to eat local organic food on a patio with some wine: Bolsa’s specialty.  When we arrived the hostess told us we would have to wait 20 minutes for a spot on the patio or we could be seated now at a communal table.  I was intrigued. I wanted to shout out Yes! that is the table for us.  We will gladly break bread with strangers!  However, my main man M is not the communal table type unless it’s with a bunch of dogs or computers. Small talk with strangers is painfully brutal for M; conversations are a practicality in his world. It was best to leave this decision to him.  

Meanwhile, I’m quietly wondering, “who will it be?”, ”what will they be eating?”, “will they be older or younger than me”, “what if it’s a special occasion”, “am I dressed appropriately to meet what could be our new BFFs?” “will they like me!?”

And then M responded to the hostess “We’ll take the communal table”. 

I was shocked! But M is a smart guy so he probably knew I was excited by the prospect of a communal table.

When we sat down both M and I were delighted to find out that we would dine with a group of 5 ladies having a girl’s night out and celebrating a birthday! FUN.  Order the wine.

Okay I was the only one excited by this.  M was disquieted by the two kids at the table, adorable girls between the ages of 5 and 7?? (I’m horrible at guessing the age of children). 

We enjoyed a delicious dinner starting with a cheese plate.  Always get the cheese plate at Bolsa.  They use local artisan cheese and usually feature at least one cheese that is made in-house by the chef.  That evening, the in-house cheese was my favorite.  It was blue cheese with vegetable mash.  Also, at Bolsa they don’t skimp on the fruit and nut selection on the cheese plate.  What is more frustrating than running out of accompaniments on your cheese plate?? Our communal table birthday partiers had the flatbread.  Not a bad choice either but I prefer the cheese plate.

For our entrees I had the redfish with bok choy and M had a double size order of the skirt steak (it only comes with 4 ounces for a regular order).  We agreed that the redfish was the right choice because it had a Louisiana-style spicy sauce that was different and tasty. Caveat, it was a little too salty for my taste.  Our neighbors shared some small plates and got the roasted chicken to share, which was a contender for my selection but I was satisfied with my choice (no food envy).

Then came the b-day celebration at the other end of the table! I sang along and M tried to act like he didn’t notice.

The b-day celebration inspired me to get some desserts – take out.  Bolsa has awesome desserts and 2 that feature bananas, a welcome addition to any dessert in my opinion.  We got the banana cake to-go and the white chocolate rum tile.  The banana cake was like a very moist banana flavored spice cake with cream cheese icing that seemed whipped.  It was light and delicious.  Our neighbors had it for the b-day cake.  The tile is one of our favs, I gotta have it!.  The crust is crushed vanilla wafers, the middle is some delicious miracle of white chocolate cheesecake type stuff, and it’s topped with bruleed bananas and toffee sauce. YUum! I love dessert with bananas. soo good.  I’ve included a pic below to enhance my blog.  This pic came from the internet because I got my tile to-go that evening and devoured it before I could snap a pic.

At the end of the night I had to tell the ladies how lovely their 2 daughters are and that we were glad to have chosen the communal table.  They laughed and responded that their decision to take the communal table was based on the idea that no one would want to sit with a bunch of ladies and kids, so they thought they would have the place to themselves.  Dallas is a city that is spread out.  Despite all the southern hospitality and friendliness it can feel lonely here.  We all have cars and it’s very easy to go about your life without any interaction with strangers (which is probably why M moved here).  However, sharing an evening with 5 strangers was an enriching experience that made Thursday (or whatever day it was) a little different and a lot of fun.

Here is a picture of our community table (I tried to be discreet with the camera, so I couldn’t get all of the ladies in the shot, but doesn't that cheese plate look divine!):

Separation anxiety

Working in a cube is an unnatural ways to exist.  I have a cube, and there is a certain level of comfort/productivity generated by not having to look at people on three sides of you and being sheltered from distractions of other people's work or socializing habits at the office.  On the other hand, the lack of natural light and the feeling that you’re closed in, or backed into a corner starts to ware.

Ohh, and I cannot forget about my previous cube at my old job, the “centralized bube”.  The name originated from a typo in an email referring to my cube in the middle of the office (centralized).  That was back when I decorated my cube so it was pretty fancy.  I don’t do that anymore.  I learned that if you have stuff in your cube, the likelihood that someone will stop by and chat about it increases exponentially.

One thing you cannot avoid or deny when working in a cube environment is learning a lot about your cube-wall-mate.  The cube-wall-mate is an important role in your work-cube-life.  S-he can make or break your daily existence.  I’m very fortunate to have a corner cube, so only 2 cube-wall-mates for me.  The one in front sits kind of farther away, but the one opposite of me has become a companion.  And today, she told me she is leaving.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

So yeah, I’m really sad she’s leaving.  She is really cool, tells great stories, doesn’t take bs from anyone (at work or at home), shares my enthusiasm for monthly birthday cake and other snacks at work, and probably does good work.  She will be missed.

I’m also worried about who they will replace her with as my cube-wall-mate (unfortunately, I think I already know who that will be and it’s not a good prospect).  What if I get someone who smells bad and talks too much?  How about one of those people who blows their nose excessively loud? or does the constant sinus clearing/sniffling/grunting sound (which is totally disgusting)?  My quality of life may deteriorate in the coming weeks.

So today I have a little bit of separation anxiety.  It’s anxiety because the separation part hasn’t happened yet.  Also, it just feeds into the general anxiety that I always have about work.  But, this is not about me, she’s moving onto better things so let’s be happy for her!  

…and I’m stuck with a loud smelly fatty (okay the whole blog is about me)…

Dearest readers (Lacey and Chelsea), please have a nice weekend. 

Just for Kicks

There is a short list of things I’m not good at and shopping is on that list.  It’s true, even though I want to have it all I do not particularly enjoy shopping.  While I like having new things my distaste for crowds, high prices, valets, and frustration generated by my own indecision, usually keeps me wearing the same thing again and again.  Not to mention, I would rather spend my money at bars or restaurants.  I have a few theories as to how I got this way.  The first is Catholic school.  If you’re forced to wear the same horrible, ugly and uncomfortable ensemble every day for 10 years it builds a deep rooted complacency that makes you feel like it’s okay to wear the same thing all the time  as long as it’s clean, properly pressed, and modest.  Oh, and skirts and dresses; I’m still retaliating against them.  They were forced on me at an early age when it’s nearly impossible to sit still.  Their solution?? Modesty shorts. Yep, young Catholic girls get to wear the skirts and the shorts AT THE SAME TIME.  Brilliant.  Overall though, I feel like the uniforms were okay because of the character building aspects.  I can appear relaxed in the most awkward and uncomfortable situations and I actually know how to act in a skirt (no Brittany photo ops for me).

The second theory is genetic.  I don’t know anyone in my family that enjoys a good trip to the mall.  Even with my passion for food and booze, I still do not like going to the grocery store (too much loading and unloading, not to mention you may run into kids and old ladies).  Whole Foods is bridging that gap for me now that most locations have a bar so I can combine drinking (yay!) and shopping (ughh) for a mediocre time at the supermarket.

So I don’t go shopping that often.   And when I do, I find myself with a series of impulse purchases that make me smile because having it all is mostly about being happy, not well dressed.  Here are a few of my recent prizes:

When I failed the Level 2 CFA exam I had to buy these:

Because gift registries are really just a suggestion, I had to get this for my friend’s Asian baby:

And just last weekend, I bought these new running shoes and customized them myself.  Why go the distance and design your own shoes in the store if you don’t like shopping?  Because if my shoes are tackier than all the others in the gym I may run a little faster.  If my shoes have my name on them, I will certainly wear them more often… that means more time exercising! … riiigghhhtt.

 

Stuff

Before the party starts today I thought I would take some time to show love to the blog.  Since I don't have anything interesting to write about I thought I would enhance previous blog posts with photos.  Please enjoy!

Have a great labor day weekend y'all.

YUM!

Warm delicious coffee. ohh companion of companions!

Today I found out that Dunkin’ Donuts k-cups are finally available. ALLELUJIA! ALLELUJIA! I have been anticipating this moment since early May when Dunkin released their S1 and in the business plan mentioned that they would introduce a k-cup.  However at the time they did not disclose a date for the release.  No, I did not buy Dunkin IPO stock because I don’t have a brokerage account.  Currently, all my money goes to living expenses, savings (because I have an irrational fear of getting laid off), student loans, weddings and baby showers.  However, I am almost finished paying off my car so I will start trading and my blaugience will be the first to know.

I drink all kinds of coffee.  I am not a coffee elitist nor am I loyal to only one brand.  How can you have it all if you stick to the same brand?? I can’t say I haven’t met a coffee I didn’t like… it’s true, I find iced coffee to be… well kind of like dirt water with ice chunks. But does that even count as coffee?

In pondering my coffee obsession I found that various phases of my life can be defined by my coffee drinking habits.  Come to think of it, my long-time romance with the bean could be responsible for the fact that I’m the shortest person in my family… whatever.

In high school, my drip of choice came from 7-11.  They were the first ones to really step it up and brew a variety of fresh pots every morning.  It wasn’t just “regular” and “decaf”, there were usually 4 coffee brews to choose from, French Roast, Columbian (which was usually a dark roast), and Another that would fluctuate and of course they also had decaf (which I wouldn’t touch at the time). 

I usually partook in the French Roast and dressed it up with some hazelnut or vanilla and a little sugar.  Whenever they had the faux Baily’s flavor creamer I would load up on that!  While I was getting my coffee, everyone else was stopping in for their morning routine.  The construction workers were stocking up for the day, purchasing their sandwiches and drinks.  Some also had coffee.  The white collar citizens were getting coffee as well, and some snacks for the day.  Other people came in just to pay for gas.  When I got coffee at 7-11 it made me feel like part of the “real world”, people that were actually doing something that day would come to 7-11 and I was there with them.  Of course, that was probably the more interesting part of my day because I really hated high school. 

Grotto cappuccinos.  If you know what I’m talking about then you are craving one right now!  Ohh so creamy and frothy. But not too creamy and frothy as I have found many cappuccinos to be in the US.  Before class, after class, during breaks there was always a coffee for me at the grotto.  Nothing was better than a grotto cappuccino with my girl MN (I love and miss her).  Cappuccinos in the morning evolved into espressos in the afternoon.  Sometimes I had to keep it real and order an Americana. 

In college I really stepped up my coffee drinking game.  Coffee is everywhere in Europe and I love coffee everywhere.  This was where I was first introduced to coffee vending machines.  Bar Caruso had delicious coffees in addition to a fine panino selection.  Café Parigino on “the hill” was also a favorite; it was very European and crowded so I enjoyed having coffee there and trying to “blend in”.  When I was feeling particularly fancy, or trying to keep up with my high-tone friends, I would get coffee at Grand Café.  Lugano was also where I tried my first McCafé, not bad! They were all special and delicious in their own rite.

One of my fav professors at Franklin gave me her coffee maker when she decided to leave Lugano.  Interestingly I never took a class from her, but she was very kind and I got to know her as a freshman.  It was a regular style brewed coffee machine and I would pick up some Café Chico d’oro from Manor and make coffee for all of my friends.  This easily transitioned into coffee with Bailey’s: my study-drink of choice.  Coffee and Bailey’s is the right combination of caffeine, to keep you going, and alcohol, to keep you relaxed and happy.  My friend JD was my first convert.  He would purchase the largest size bottles from duty free in different flavors.  We would drink them all semester.  Yu-um!  One thing I never mastered was the perfect blend of Red Cup, which is a type of instant coffee that was kind of popular in Switzerland.

Voi un café? Si! Grazie.

After college my life became a litany of office coffee and trips to Starbucks.  My first job didn’t have a Starbucks, or any other type of coffee bar, in the building.  That was okay though because I enjoyed many trips to Starbucks with my colleagues.  One thing Europeans have not thought of yet is drive through coffee! We would pile into a mid-sized sedan and sit in the drive through line at sbux to order coffee for ourselves and others at the office. What happened if there was a mistake in the order?? Did we forget the cookies??? Back to the car! This order will be rescued.

Now I work in a fancy building downtown and we have a variety of coffee options and horrible office coffee.  I go to Starbucks most mornings and order a tall bold (the way I like my men).  If you order a drink in the morning you can get a refill in the afternoon for 50₵.  On the weekends I usually brew coffee and I maintain a pretty decent selection of Dunkin donuts coffee, grocery store blends, and some fancier coffees that people have given me as gifts.

My boyfriend introduced me the Keurig.  I didn’t like it at first because I thought the individual-size plastic pods were a bit wasteful.  I still believe that is true, but if you recycle the plastic then it’s justified.  I also didn’t feel like coffee from the k-cups tasted as good as regularly brewed coffee.  I have found some acceptable brands such as Emeril’s brand k-cups and “Jamaica-me-crazy”.  Also, as I have gotten older I have begun drinking decaf in the evenings.  Pretty much any decaf in the Keurig tastes the same so you can’t go wrong there.  And, to be honest, if I’m making coffee at night it will be a fancy coffee with some special ingredients.  

 

Anyways, I’m excited about the Dunkin k cups.  Sbux will have a k-cup in November and I will try those too! 

Readers (aka Chelsea and Lacey), please tell me about your coffee habits. Do you love it as much as I do?? 

What you may not know about the YMCA

Da duh da duh da duh YYYYYYYY M C A…

Da duh da duh da duh YYYYYYYY M C A Ae

If you’re anything like me then theme music comes to mind for almost any situation, it’s like a really cheesy soundtrack for your life that you have no control over and won’t stop.  I’ve tried listening to more “sophisticated” music and cooler/trendier tunes in an attempt to improve my inner soundtrack, but it never works.  I am cheesy, I know it but I really do not accept it. I cannot. 

Another trapping of cheesiness is my devotion to the YMCA.  I love that that place!  However, I find that there are many misconceptions about the YMCA which I will dispel now.

1. The YMCA is cheap.  You go there because you cannot afford a real gym.

WRONG! The YMCA has superior workout facilities AND most of them have a pool.  NO, not a pool so you can get the G and the T out of the way at the same time.  These pools are for real athletes, and real athletes recognize that swimming is a formidable sport.

AND it’s not cheap.  An individual membership in Dallas starts out at $69 (tee hehe).  Would you pay that to be crammed among the steroids and silicone at Gold’s? or to wait for a treadmill at 24-hour?

The YMCA price point is not about what you get out of the gym, it’s also about giving back.  The organization welcomes everyone regardless of ability to pay.  They partner with local businesses to subsidize memberships.  The rate paid for each individual and family membership is based on ability and income.  That means, when I sit on the couch all week I have not wasted any $$.  Rather, I can feel generous about helping my community.  Can you say that about your dusty gym membership?

2. Why would I go to the YMCA? They’re all located in the ghetto.

Also not true.

The YMCA has fantastic locations globally.  Most major cities have a YMCA in the downtown area so there is really no excuse to miss a workout when you are a member of the YMCA.  In fact, I stayed at a very nice YMCA in Hong Kong. My room had a view of Victoria Harbor. 

Some are located in the ghetto, but with over 10,000 locations in the US alone you will find a variety.  Yes, there is a Y in Park Cities.   There is also one in Bedford... and a Moorland location.

3. The YMCA is for old people.

Well, yeah it kind of is.  But, old people need to get in the gym too!  I have to believe it reduces government expenditures on Medicare/Medicaid so I tolerate it.

4. The YMCA is for kids.

YES it is! Kids need to stay busy.  I think it’s good karma to be nice to kids at the Y, so that when you see them out at restaurants you can justifiably send bad looks to the parents and ask to be seated elsewhere.  There is a time a place for kids.  The YMCA is doing their part!

5. The YMCA is only for Christians.

Nope, actually this year the YMCA officially changed its name to “the Y” to avoid that misconception.  But, I like to flaunt my old-skool YMCA style so to me it will always be the YMCA (Da duh da duh da duh…).

6. The YMCA is not for women.

See response to #5.

Although I’m a closet feminist I think this one is really silly.  How many times have we been referred to as “guys” and not even noticed?  The YMCA falls into that category.

7. The YMCA is gay.

If that means it’s fabulous then why haven’t you signed up yet!?

Other reasons to love the YMCA

• Kind members (limited amount of d-bags, it is not a meat market)
• Positive and welcoming environment for anyone looking to improve their health and better themselves.
• Excellent teachers and classes
• Volunteer opportunities
• Convenience
• I think I already mentioned that they have pools. 

So yeah, I will be at the YMCA tonight for Kristy’s yoga class.  Hips go high!

I ate lunch outside today

This summer has been the hottest of my life.  Labor Day is fast approaching and it feels like summer is stuck in prime time, reveling in its rolling blackouts and water restrictions.  Not that Labor Day marks the end of summer in Texas; it’s more of a milestone signaling that the worst is behind us and it’s time to put away the white pants.  This summer has been so brutal.  On Sunday the heat reached 119 degrees.  I felt like there was no end in sight and began to lose hope.  But today, I ate lunch outside! LUNCH! Yes. It was a blessing sent from Irene to help us get through Monday.  It was God’s reminder that we are not actually in hell (at least until lunch is over).

Here is a photo of the beautiful weather during lunch (anyone that has braved this summer in Texas can recognize hot weather in photos and estimate actual temperatures with accuracy).

Kinky Friday

There are certain people and things that always make me smile.  Kinky Friedman is one of them! He never disappoints. This guy is a character through and through, but should not be underestimated.  I admire Kinky Freidman because he’s true to his word, and he lives out his beliefs.  Not to mention, he’s hilarious; a self-proclaimed “Texas Jewboy” that lives in a trailer out in the middle of Texas somewhere and considers himself a musician and politician.  I voted for him for governor of Texas, and have enjoyed reading a few of his books. Today, I read that Rick Perry got the Kinky Friedman vote for the 2012 elections.  But he hasn’t always been a fan of Rick Perry:  It had in fact been his plan to, upon death, be cremated and have the ashes thrown in Rick Perry's hair. But now he sees Mr. Perry as "a good, kind-hearted man" with a solid economic record. Kinky once admitted he'd vote for Charlie Sheen before Barack Obama, but asked: Could Perry fix the American economy? "Hell yes."

Thank you Kinky, I'm smiling right now!  Not to mention it's FRIDAY.  Happy weekend everyone. 

The worst places to valet in Dallas

Big D is the 9^th largest city in the US and ranked #53 worldwide.  Only 1.2 million people live within the area that comprises Dallas County; while the DFW metroplex has over 6.5 million people spread out over vast land area. The urban area of the city itself it doesn’t seem that “big” to me, or to most visitors.  But don’t worry, everywhere you go in Dallas you will feel like you’re “big time” while rolling up to the valet.  Even if you don’t want a teenage stranger driving your car off into the distance, no one really has a choice anymore.

Indeed, I have to admit that I too have been part of the problem.  When I asked my brother to fix my car because “it was embarrassing to valet”  I should have known it had gone too far.  He kindly pointed out to me that he will change the belts in my car so there is no more damage and it remains safe to drive.   Instead of driving around looking for a parking spot, I often find myself driving around looking for an ATM to pay the valet; that is pretty much mandatory if you want to wear heels to dinner (which is absolutely mandatory).

Here is the short list of places where the valet parking is a joke, unmanageable, and/or just a rip-off entirely.

Katy Trail Ice House

It wasn’t until yesterday at Katy Trail Ice House that I realized that the valet situation in Dallas had gotten out of hand entirely.  It was Thursday afternoon and I was on my way to happy hour to pay $3 for domestic beers.  There is no parking in sight, but plenty of strangers willing to take your $$ and your car.

I tried driving around for a bit to find a spot since it was still early and I didn’t have any cash on me.  After about 15 minutes I realized that the only choice I had was to valet and bum a few dollars off my colleagues (which is nbd for all the ballers I work with).  When I tried to pull into the parking lot I was waived over to another valet that was for Texas de Brazil.  They are happy to let you park in their valet for $5.  After hopping out of my car I asked the guy “is there an ATM inside?” and he said “okay, you can pay after.”

Did I mention that this valet was pretty far from the entrance to Katy Trail Ice House?  What’s the point of paying to valet if you still have a 3 to 4 minute walk to happy hour?  Time during happy hour is measured in dog years because the drink specials typically end in 2 to 3 hours.  Using that logic, my walk from the valet to the bar was 21 to 28 minutes of happy hour foregone, AND I PAID FOR IT. 

When I came in and joined my coworkers they all asked “did you get a ticket from the valet?” I had it in my hand.  They told me that they were never given a ticket.  While we were sitting there enjoying snacks and drinks at the Ice House my friend’s Honda Cube rolls by.  She had been in the bar for at least 45 minutes.  It wouldn’t be my choice for the joy ride but I was never a valet during my teenage years. 

When it was time to go we all parted ways for the various valets we had used.  My ticket-less colleagues were asked to identify which keys were theirs and the valet promptly retrieved their cars.  Apparently the honor system is still alive (at least at my office, no one came to work with a new car the next day). I hiked off to the TdB valet and obediently paid $5.

This is not a criticism of the Katy Trail Ice house, I will continue to go there to drink and watch the “healthy” people jog by.  It just serves as an illustration of how incredibly absurd the valet parking gambit has become in Dallas.  When will I learn that 9X out of 10 getting a cab is a better value? And hitching a ride with a co-worker or friend is a winner 10X out of 10 (if you choose carefully). 

Sangrias

One of my favorite places to dine in Dallas is Sangrias. They have a wonderful selection of delicious tapas  that are great for the hungry and indecisive.  I go there at least twice a month, and have been known to order Sangria’s from Dining In. I’m a fan of the restaurant but the valet at Sangria’s remains a conundrum.

If you go to Sangrias for dinner, chances are you will be interrupted towards the end of your meal to have your keys returned to you because the valet guy (yes, there is usually only one), is going home.  This usually happens on week nights.   I’m all for leaving work early if there is no work to do but it begs the question “what’s the point of having a valet service”?   Additionally, Sangrias is located off Cole and there are no parking lots nearby that are stiletto-friendly.  There isn’t even a sidewalk on the side of the road where the restaurant is located.  There are three street parking spots available in front of the restaurant, but those are typically occupied by…. you guessed it! The VALET.  Given that situation, one would expect to have the parking lot out back available for the guests of the restaurant. 

NorthPark Center

My boyfriend is from Boston and he is always shocked when we go to NorthPark.  It’s a special place where you can find ducks and turtles in the fountains outside of the fabulous shops.  He’s also delighted by the valet.  For a small price of $7 you don’t have to look for parking.  There are many parking options at NorthPark, but we like to get most of our shopping experiences by starting off with a few drinks or lunch.  The entrance to the mall closest to PF Changs, Magianos, Corner Bakery, McCormick & Schmick’s and many other dining options is controlled by a valet service.  The line for the valet is usually long, and it clogs up one of the parking lot’s main arteries.  While you wait there for the valet to come take your car you at least have the comfort of knowing that this time you know exactly where it’s going! Indeed, all of the parking spots in sight are marked off for valet.  Even if it’s not a particularly busy time at the mall, the valet can be very busy because they have 2 guys running around in the 100+ degree weather parking a few cars in the massive lots allocated to them.  It’s not their fault, I’m sure they understand that this situation is completely bizarre.  While the Highland Park residents and Dallas elite probably need a valet to help them haul off their bounty after another long day of shopping all I need is easy access to the bar so I can get toasted enough to buy that miniskirt that will keep my boyfriend happy so he continues taking me to bars.  My suggestion for Northpark: Please keep the valets, the old ladies should not be wandering around looking for their Cadillacs. However, can you make them smaller, and keep some spaces available for those of us that are young and want a quick trip in and out of the mall (with a few drinks)?