Working Thanksgiving

I really miss Thanksgiving. Today Lorne asked me how I do it. You know, be away from family all the time, especially over the holidays. Really, really if you just don’t go on facebook it’s sort of easy to forget. Sort of*. But I don’t really want to forget. I would rather just enrich my current situation/location/relationships with the greatness that is Thanksgiving. Instead, I just use this day to be consciously thankful for everything. (Like the Met line to Uxbridge being on time, though I was not – re: making of the cornbread as described below.) Including being in London. Even if that really means I am not with my family when I want to be.

Whilst I am thankful that I am employed, I was not so grateful that I had to go to work today. So I organised an international Thanksgiving lunch at work where everyone brought in a dish from their homeland (our office comprises people from: England, America, India, Portugal, Ireland, Germany, France, the Netherlands, Norway, Czech Republic, Hong Kong. We are only an office of 17). This meant that when I should be in bed. At home. In America. I was actually waking up even earlier to make cornbread dressing for my colleagues. It was tedious, but it felt good. I felt glad to be awake, enjoying the morning sun, acting on a promise to my colleagues to bring food and my tradition to the office. I felt thankful that I had that extra hour to drink an entire [large] cafetiere of coffee in my bed and pray and be thankful while I waited for the food to cook. I felt thankful that I am 27 and growing up and learning how to make my own tradition…even if it’s not what I really wanted. I was thankful to be thankful.

So here I am, with a full Thanksgiving belly. At work. Trying not to fall asleep at my desk and very thankful that I’m not wearing pants. Because they would be totally unbuttoned right now.

*Until your family calls you and reminds you that you are far away and missing out. And then you succumb to temptation and go on facebook and gobble up everyone else’s holiday and leave bloated with jealously and homesickness**

**Thankfully, this has not happened yet. I am 27 and mature, people. I’m better than that. Also, it’s not even 2pm. And not many people are awake in America so there isn’t much to gobble.

a very merry unbirthday

My eldest sister pointed out what I had always suspected: at the age of 27 everything changes. You are suddenly in your late twenties and basically an adult. Even people who went to med school or lived at home and took 7 years to get a speech com degree are finally expected to make a little money and contribute to society. So, I would like to share with you just how I relished my last day as a wuhman-child:

Woke up early due to extreme dehydration. (Very intense birthday party-related aerobics, obviously.) Laid in bed for a while. Got up at about 10:30...ish and went out for a greasy spoon brekky with Lorne and NaNeil. Watched TV for an entire day with

aforementioned breakfast companions. Ate an entire birthday cake with my birthday co-conspirator (Lorne, who turned 27 on Friday and therefore really had no excuse to continue acting like a lady-child). Dumped party dishes into dishwasher. Ok, watched Lorne dump dishes into dishwasher. Whilst eating cake. Ate Doritos for dinner (second big bag of the day) and watched a movie (was a film in French and therefore tres cultural, successfully balancing out the fratboy dinner). Went to bed. Did manage to wash my face and brush my teeth on this very productive day. Once.

Today, I went to work early like a grown-up and worked on thank you cards. I suddenly feel so very mature. Blogging at work is less mature, but it is my [3rd] coffee break. And my birthday. So lay off me.

Hello?

Yes, I know it has been a long time. So long that you are probably no longer following this. And I don't blame you.

I was going to write a beautiful diatribe laden with wit, excuses and an explanation of how and why I often fail at life and will never be growed up, but then I realised that someone had already done it for me. I cannot explain it any better than Hyperbole and a Half.

So, with my birthday just around the corner, I am going to try and begin anew. Start afresh. Attempt, and fail, but attempt again at being an adult. Which is why I purchased a domain. Because maybe if I am actually paying for the website I will keep up with it.* So as soon as I figure out how in the world to work the template, you will be redirected to my [eventually] very sweet new site



*Should be noted that I actually purchased the website over 2 months ago and still have done nothing with it, but that is neither here nor there.