The Sieracki / Henry Conjecture
Monday, May 9, 2011
What happens if you get a papercut?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Greasing the Health Care Wheels
I’ve been buried in paperwork lately. Paperwork that I’m doing for the first time in my life. Let me back up. A year and a half ago, I was happily employed at a great company, with the best coworkers you could ask for and some killer perks…. But it’s only now that I’m realizing the best perk was health care. My Cobra clock just ran out and I’ve been kicked off the cushy group plan attached to my former company. Time to shop for individual health care. I decided to just investigate a couple of carriers to make things as easy as possible. I’ll never attach the word “easy” to health care again. It started with about 10 days of back and forth questions with the sales rep assigned to my case. And for every question I got answered, another 5 surfaced. After that, I began the 15-page questionnaire. A few pages in, I started to panic. The insurance carrier wanted to know just about everything. Should I tell them that I sprained my finger in 6th grade? Will they think I’m accident-prone? Do they need to know that I tried smoking once, but thankfully, wasn’t cool enough to pull it off? Or that I toyed with the idea of jumping out of an airplane? What I thought of as adventurous is now deemed reckless. I finally finished the application and sent it in—with a very large check. I was told that if I just paid the premium, it would help speed the application process along. So why does it feel like a bribe? Anyway, after that I foolishly thought I was done. Nope. Then I got a call from the carrier’s medical expert who proceeded to probe even further into my background. He wanted to know the exact dates I’d seen doctors and why. So I had the pleasure of calling my docs to gather that info. Now the process is complete and I’m waiting to hear. I put all my eggs in one insurance basket (how many checks can I write?) so if I get denied I’ll have to scramble to find a new taker. Wish me luck. I’ll be the one crossing the streets in a helmet until I get good news.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Not All Uggs are Created Equal
I agree with Jill. The Sherpa-style Uggs are horrid. They add at least three inches to the circumference of one’s calves, and as Jill said, who needs that? However, when I moved to Chicago and geared up for the first snow, I did make a beeline to the Ugg store to check out what seems to be part of The Windy City’s uniform. I tried on the ever-popular style and must admit they were unbelievably cozy. They felt like I’d left the house in my all-time favorite slippers. But then I looked in the mirror…. Ridiculous. There was no way I could justify buying these boots unless I was of Eskimo descent. But, after about an hour in the store, I did settle on a different pair. They’re black, tall and fairly chic. And you’d never even know they were a part of the Ugg family unless you spotted the logo on the back.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ugg-ly
Monday, January 31, 2011
Call Me (or Don't)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
My Eyes Are Looking Brighter!
My last post went on and on about how I’ve successfully navigated around the reality-show craze. Some might say that’s pretty impressive. But before you shower me with accolades (they’re coming, right?), there is something that did get the better of me. An infomercial. I’m embarrassed just typing the word, but let me defend myself. Daytime television is brutal. And if you like to keep the TV on for a little background noise, there’s no way you can escape the infomercial. Some classics include: The ad for Shake Weight® (www.shakeweight.com ). This product is so suggestive, you’ll want to take a shower after watching the demo. And then there’s the RoboStir™ (www.robostir.com ). Really? Are you so busy in the kitchen that you can’t take two seconds to stir the ingredients yourself? Another entertaining one is for Cami Secret (www.trycamisecret.com ). It’s essentially a dickie for women and it promises to make all of your low-cut shirts appropriate for work. Or, you could just dress appropriately for work. But the hands-down (no pun intended), most ridiculous one is for Handerpants™ (www.handerpants.com ), a pair of gloves that resemble men’s tighty-whities. The infomercial even gives an extensive list of customers the product is perfect for, such as night bloggers and curling enthusiasts. So after all my trash talk, you’re probably wondering which one of these gems finally sucked me in. Hydrolyze (www.hydrolyze.tv ), a magic jar that promises to diminish the dark circles under my eyes. It was all so believable. Pretty pictures of bright-eyed people… Convincing testimonials… A “risk-free trial” for the next 100 callers. When I called the number, I realized that I’d only heard the words “free trial”. An honest mistake, but I still pressed on. I gave my credit card number to the automated recording and even said “yes” to having my card charged every month, so I’d never be out of supplies. What a mess. After an hour on hold, I finally got myself out of most of it. But I couldn’t stop the delivery of the first three jars. So I’m using the product now, every night, and am convinced that I see a difference. After shelling out $200, I’m inclined to believe anything.
I Don't Do Cliffhangers
I’ve spent plenty of time in front of the TV over the past year. When you’re unemployed, the sound from your TV becomes your boss, your coworkers and your happy hour. So, you’d think I’d have a slew of reality shows on my must-watch roster. However, I’m proud to say that I remained strong and resisted the urge to get sucked into last year’s favorites. That’s not to say that I haven’t had my weak moments in the past. I was glued to the set for two seasons of Survivor and even watched a bit of Fear Factor. (However, once I witnessed contestants eating a pizza crawling with bugs, I immediately nixed that show from my life.) Biggest Loser grabbed my attention as well. The players’ transformations were truly amazing. But, like any modern viewer, I eventually wanted my gratification at a faster pace. I didn’t have the patience to wait three months to find out who couldn’t keep the pounds off and who shed half their weight. So, I ended my foray with reality shows and turned to what I call one-hour wrap-ups. CSI (any of them will do), Law & Order, Criminal Minds, Without a Trace...you get the picture. Turn on any of these shows and you’ve signed on for one hour of entertainment. One hour of your life and you’re fed the beginning, middle and end. Every once in a while, these shows will throw a “To Be Continued” up on the screen (and my reaction isn’t pretty), but for the most part I walk away with all of my questions answered. Speaking of questions, I am now wondering why Joan Rivers would even want a shower shot of her daughter. Sounds like a car crash. I’m going to do my best to look away.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tawk to Me Joan!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Snow Runs Through My Veins
I love everything about winter. Bundling up in a cozy coat and braving the cold. Going for a run in the middle of a snow shower (the world just gets quiet). Scooping up snowballs and hurling them at unsuspecting friends. (I miss 80% of the time, so I still have these friends.) Winter just makes me happy. And I owe it all to Montana, where I spent the first 11 years of my life. I grew up playing in snowbanks taller than me. Every Halloween, I trick-or-treated in a foot of snow and when November came around, I spent my weekends on the slopes of Bridger Bowl. We dug tunnels in our backyard to create some pretty impressive igloos. And my sister and I would have slept in our frosty forts if my parents hadn’t been sticklers about sleeping inside the house at night. (We made up for it years later by overnighting at the IceHotel in the Arctic Circle.) And even though I moved from Montana after the 5th grade, winter and I remained tight. Now I find myself in Chicago, experiencing my first winter in the Windy City. So far, it’s lived up to the hype. It’s cold…damn cold. And it’s wonderful. The wind truly does whip into a frenzy as it comes blowing off the lake. And when it snows, it sticks. Boots aren’t a fashion statement here. They help kick up the white stuff and create paths where sidewalks used to be. I happily do my part, trudging through the new snow while wandering around on a crisp winter day. And should my wandering lead me to a cozy tavern and a juicy burger, so be it (I wouldn’t exactly feel lost!). But is it my comfort food? No. What really brings me comfort is winter itself.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Nice Buns
In less than 24 hours, New York is reportedly set to be hit with the Snowapocalypse, part deux. While most Gothamites are already making plans to "work from home" or writing angry blogs about the city's prowess at plowing, me, I'm just dreaming of comfort food, particularly that very un-WeightWatchers friendly, cheeseburger (no judgement, JHud). Now unlike what Anita is most likely to say, I loathe cold almost as much as I loathe the aforementioned bus. But living north of the Mason Dixon Line means at some point during the year, I will indeed have to be chilly. When such an instance occurs, I dream of comfort foods, particularly the beloved burger. Now I've delved into diners and fast food like McDonald's (only if I'm starving and it's OK to be gassy later) to Smashburger (pretty awesome, actually) and every trendy burger bar in between. But my personal fave is from Old Town (45 E. 18th St. between Broadway and Park Avenue; oldtownbar.com). With dark wood booths (rejoice: no banquettes!) and awesome creaky upstairs, this joint just screams Locals Only! Granted, some celebs have bellied up to the bar and a few movie scenes have been filmed here (Carrie and Mr. Big in the first, less sucky Sex & The City movie, for one), but otherwise, it's got a manly vibe, hearty burgers and cold beer. And if I have that, well then, let it snow, let it snow.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Hear! Hear!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Just Give Me a Little Info
I love taking the bus in Chicago and I’d like to take this moment to thank the city for making it such a pleasant experience. I know what you’re thinking, “Seriously, is this all she has to write about?” But, stay with me. When I leave my apartment, I walk one block to the bus stop, wait one short minute and, low and behold, a bus pulls up. Every time. Gone are the days of standing in a downpour willing the bus to arrive before I’m properly soaked. How is this possible? Because the transit authority puts a GPS in every bus. You can simply go online to find out when the next bus will arrive at your stop. Brilliant. No more exacerbated sighs or grunts of frustration from people waiting at the stop. It’s just a gathering of a calm and collected crew because the City of Chicago decided to give us a little information. Another case and point: At one time or another, we’ve all sat on a runway for hours aboard a painfully delayed flight. Fifteen minutes turn into 30 minutes turn into an hour. What makes the wait worse is the seemingly interminable amount of time that goes by before Captain Full Head Of Hair With Mustache doles out a little information. The frustration among the passengers is palpable. But once we get the announcement—“Well Folks, we’re still waiting for the wing to be reattached. We appreciate your continued patience and hope to be on our way in the next 20 minutes.”—the tension in the cabin dissipates. All because of a little information. So, for those of you out there who are the keepers of the information, I’m asking you to give it up. Please tell me you’re still interviewing candidates and don’t expect to make a decision for a couple of weeks. Or, tell me the kitchen’s backed up and my dinner will be out shortly. Or, that the next bus is arriving in five minutes. Your information takes the frustration out of waiting.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Loosen Up Those Purse Strings!
I took a different approach to the New Year and dropped some serious cash yesterday on a new coat and boots. I keep hearing about “Chicago’s brutal winters” so I bought one of those sleeping bag–like coats from The North Face and a pair of snug Uggs. (Bring it, Chicago). It was quite a hefty bill for someone currently collecting an unemployment check. So how did I justify the purchase? By applying the Domino Effect. I envisioned my sales clerk, the lucky recipient of my commission money, heading over to Macy’s and buying a fabulous new purse. The next day, she takes the purse out for a test drive and it catches the attention of more buyers. Soon after, Macy’s sees an influx of sales in their purse department and someone from their PR team fires off an email to a magazine editor boasting the popularity of said purse. The purse is then featured in the magazine and Macy’s sales continue to soar. So much so that their advertising manager decides to place a few ads in said magazine. The magazine starts to grow due to their ad sales and before you know it, they’re adding head count to keep up with the work. And just like that, I’ve got my next job. Okay, maybe it’s a bit far-fetched, but when I’m living in a state that boasts an unemployment rate of 9.6%, a girl’s gotta dream. Chicago’s currently shopping around for a new mayor. I think it goes without saying that the candidate who’s all about infusing the economy with cash will get my vote. Don’t get me wrong. I find Jill’s plan to save admirable and smart. But once she’s socked away some rainy-day dough, I’m hoping she’ll loosen up her purse strings. I hear Macy’s is having a sale….