offbalance: (My dad thinks you suck)
The last few times I've taken time off of work, even with [profile] j_bkl, they've largely been staycations. Aside from some NYC-based activity (which is no slouch, really), we've largely stayed home, much to the derision and consternation of others (despite our own satisfaction with it). So, when J informed me that he had some days to take off coming up, wheels began to turn, and we decided that it was high time we Went Somewhere.

See, [profile] j_bkl's family owns a lovely three-bedroom, two bathroom 18th Century farmhouse in the Hudson Valley region. For the unfamiliar, that's nestled between the capitol region in Albany and my hometown of NYC. It's about 2.5 hours by car, also somewhat accessible via train, and full of green and scenic scenery. Naturally, the house has been well-decorated and appointed by J's folks, combining mid-century touches with many of the original details of the house, making for a really impressive mix. We asked if we could possibly have it for a long weekend in July, and his folks were happy to oblige. I made arrangements with a rental car, and we even invited some friends up for part of it. I was definitely excited - I love the area, and this was going to afford us some opportunity to spend time up there to both relax and go do things, in addition to maybe a tiny bit of wedding-related recon.

The rental car was retrieved from Enterprise on Thursday morning. I was excited, because I had an upgrade coupon and we got everything together to get on the road nice and early. After some mild Manhattan traffic, we made good time and got upstate around noon. That's when the fun really started.

We arrived, turned on the house's central a/c unit, and set about unpacking and settling in. It seemed to take awhile for the a/c to cool off the house, if only to me. Now, I grew up in what some might consider dubious conditions - my house had neither a dishwasher nor central air conditioning. Mind you, we had sponges and window a/c units, so we all muddled through somehow. Anyway, we headed out for some lunch at really amazing local place called The Wild Hive and to pick up some provisions at A&P and cash at our respective ATMs. When we got home a few hours later, it became patently obvious that something was amiss. The house was still not showing evidence that the a/c was working, despite the fact that it was on high. (And with the exceptionally hot weather last week, ac was kind of crucial). We called J's folks, who called their local HVAC people, who said they'd come by Friday morning to see what was up. We had a nice dinner at a local (and delicious) BBQ joint, then came home and crashed early.

Friday J woke up to do some watering in his mom's extensive garden. When he went downstairs to head outside, I heard cursing. Turns out, there was a grapefruit-sized bulge in the ceiling that was leaking water. We scrambled and found a water-catcher, and called his folks yet again to inform them. Luckily, the HVAC people are also all-purpose handy-people, so they would be able to deal with this). Eventually, the colorful locals who run the HVAC company informed us of the following:

- The central air unit was fine, it's just that the house was hot, the weather extreme, it's an old building... (Riiight. Yet my hotel in August in Las Vegas in stupidly hot temperatures managed to get the rooms down to a chilly 60 degrees with no problem. WTF.)

- The leak was caused by the pipe that led to the shower head in the master bathroom upstairs. So we couldn't use the big bathroom to shower, we could only use the small shower on the first floor. They'd be back Monday to fix it. Greaaat.

(I'm not saying they weren't super entertaining. We heard some great stories, and they were pretty damn funny. But still. #$@%@#%)

We showered and headed out to Kingston (about 40 minutes away) to investigate wedding hotels. I learned a lot and felt like I made some good decisions regarding hotels to block for the wedding. We also had extra time between dinner plans with [profile] trebleahead and his awesome gf, so we even saw Harry Potter. (Which was amazeballs). While wandering around the area (full of every chain restaurant and big box store in the known universe), we got a call from J's mom saying that she'd gotten a call from the alarm company that the power went out at the house. Thankfully, we were far away at that moment and not returning home until later, so we weren't worried, and we heard a couple of hours later that the power was back on, so no big. Friday passed without major incident, only including us getting lost on the way to meet our friends for an awesome dinner, which freaked me out. See, I'm a city girl to the nth power. I like cities, I feel comfortable there. Put me in the middle of a rural-ish area that I don't know and utter the phrase "I'm not sure where we are"? Hello, panic attack. Still, we got there, and more importantly, home, with no problem. The house wasn't too warm when we got back, either. So we came home, did a few things, then went to sleep.

Saturday was the big day of the weekend, as we were expecting [personal profile] blergeatkitty, [profile] kip3f, [profile] selftoken and [personal profile] teany up, *our* first guests at the farmhouse. I was a little concerned about the house being warm in the morning, but didn't really concern myself with it too much. We had a really nice day with everyone despite the oppressive heat, and then when [profile] j_bkl took [personal profile] blergeatkitty & [profile] kip3f back to the train, I hung out and played a fun card game called Fluxx with [profile] selftoken & [personal profile] teany. To our dismay, the house was extremely warm when we returned, and after a few hours, it became plainly obvious that the a/c had shit the bed and we were going to have to go without. Somehow, we managed through the hot, miserable night to endure, but it was the opposite of fun. I do have to extend my thanks to our overnight guests for their grace and good humor in a really crappy situation.

J called his folks in the morning after our guests had left and it was decided that we would head down to their Westchester house for the night when it became plainly obvious that no one would be able to come to look at the a/c unit before Monday, and we couldn't deal with another hot night. So we packed and headed out, a full day earlier than planned, but that's life in the country, I guess. We got down to his folks', had an incredible dinner cooked by J's dad (seriously one of the best meals of the weekend) and were settling in for the evening when I'd realized I'd left a bag I needed in the car.

The battery of the car was dead. Awesome. Because experience has taught me to always get full coverage, I called the roadside assistance people for a jump, and that's when our adventure really began.

The roadside guy made all sorts of upset faces at the sounds our car was making, and after performing a few tests, declared to us that the car had no oil in the engine. Now, I'm not exactly a pep boy, but I know that oil is pretty fucking important to a car's engine. He said that the car was not safe to drive and that we should call Enterprise for a replacement in the morning.

Thus really began our odyssey.

Me: Uh, hi. The car you gave me? It's borked.
Call to Enterprise Brooklyn: "Oh, they're just telling you that to get more money out of you."
Me: [redacted rage]
Them: "Uh, okay, you can call the office in the next town for a replacement."

The guys in the next town were super-helpful, especially after J's dad called and dropped his name, considering they see lots of business from him. They just had to wait for a car that they could give us. And the tow truck to come and get the broken car. After that half a day went by, we were FINALLY on the damn way back home, in the pouring, torrential rain.
There were wrong turns, and we didn't even have time to stop home first to drop off our stuff if we wanted to get the car back in time.

BUT - in a save worthy of Mariano Rivera, the super-apologetic Enterprise Brooklyn branch manager credited us a day on the rental and paid for our cab home. And he was wise to do so, as it prevented me from opening up the epic can of whoop ass I was prepared to launch at them. But after he explained that the employee who told me to drive the car anyway had been straightened out, and was extremely sorry for any inconvenience I was caused. Okay then. Eventually, we were home. And we'd survived.

I'm not saying there weren't highlights, there definitely were. But on the whole, this was a vacation worthy of the Griswold family. And as such, I leave you all with this song, which kept popping into my head over the course of the weekend as things just grew more and more ridiculous. As my dad said, "Times like that, you have to laugh. There's nothing else to do."

Back to work tomorrow. Hopefully that will be smoother than my time away from the office. :/

offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
Today started with me oversleeping, and just continued on with a series of wacky misadventures from there. Work email was down for an hour plus, things that don't normally take time for me to do wound up taking forever because of all the tiny fuckups that kept happening. The new girl at work (who replaced my beloved partner in crime New Orleans Girl. [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and I have decided to refer to this new girl as Gisele, after the character from the movie Enchanted. This is because they are essentially the same person.) was singing to herself all day. And humming. ::stabbity:: I can tune out conversation and radio chatter and music with no problem, but for some reason this girl's propensity to sing/hum/whistle is the most distracting thing EVAR, and driving me just a little north of crazy. I've spoken to her about it before, she said she doesn't realize she's doing it half the time, and I honestly didn't feel like getting into it today.

But tonight was so the clincher. Tonight, I managed to make a beautiful tuna casserole, yet forgot to add the tuna.

You read that right. No tuna. In a tuna casserole.

I didn't even realize this spectacular feat until speaking to [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl on the phone when he expressed glee over the night's meal selection. I was able to add some in after the fact and it wasn't a complete disaster, but it's totally going to be my favorite "I can't believe I did that" story for a few months.

(accidentally hitting aforementioned fiance in the face while trying to hug him? Not so much. But at least he thought it was funny.)

I'm going to go to bed before anything else goes haywire.
offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
Today started with me oversleeping, and just continued on with a series of wacky misadventures from there. Work email was down for an hour plus, things that don't normally take time for me to do wound up taking forever because of all the tiny fuckups that kept happening. The new girl at work (who replaced my beloved partner in crime New Orleans Girl. [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic and I have decided to refer to this new girl as Gisele, after the character from the movie Enchanted. This is because they are essentially the same person.) was singing to herself all day. And humming. ::stabbity:: I can tune out conversation and radio chatter and music with no problem, but for some reason this girl's propensity to sing/hum/whistle is the most distracting thing EVAR, and driving me just a little north of crazy. I've spoken to her about it before, she said she doesn't realize she's doing it half the time, and I honestly didn't feel like getting into it today.

But tonight was so the clincher. Tonight, I managed to make a beautiful tuna casserole, yet forgot to add the tuna.

You read that right. No tuna. In a tuna casserole.

I didn't even realize this spectacular feat until speaking to [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl on the phone when he expressed glee over the night's meal selection. I was able to add some in after the fact and it wasn't a complete disaster, but it's totally going to be my favorite "I can't believe I did that" story for a few months.

(accidentally hitting aforementioned fiance in the face while trying to hug him? Not so much. But at least he thought it was funny.)

I'm going to go to bed before anything else goes haywire.
offbalance: (mm talk to humans)
So there's this lunch place in the neighborhood, called Certe. They do catering, and you can also go there and get salads and soup and sandwiches. In the past year, after a Midtown Lunch challenge, they've been making their sandwiches fancier. They've been giving them cute names, using crazy ingredients, stuff like that. I follow them on twitter to hear about sales and specials that only their followers get. I do this with several other eateries, including food trucks. It's useful.

This month's special has been a Bahn Mi called "The Chubby Chinese Girl." I was ready to light my torch and head off for a good and proper protest before I found out it shared the name with a food blog who had challenged them to make the sandwich, and was chuffed that they named it after her blog. Okay, fine. No problem.

The problem came when I found out what next week's new special sandwich debut. Now, I'm not a fan of "fusion" Bahn Mis, I tend to be more of a traditionalist in that respect, but if someone is doing something interesting, I'm happy to give them the benefit of the doubt.

My issue is not that they're doing a Bahn Mi with buffalo-wing-style-chicken. That might be tasty, for all I know. No, my issue?

THEY'RE CALLING IT "THE FALL OF SAIGON."

REALLY?!

::head desk::

I mean, I know when I think of the disastrous end to a war that cost millions of lives, I totally think of a sandwich. This name is obnoxious, poorly thought out, and not at all pithy and funny like they were going for. Granted, you can't make any "Seoul Food" jokes like you can with Korean food, but still, there has to be a less offensive name that's clever. If I wasn't dizzy from my headdesk just now, I'd suggest it myself.

No. Just, no.
offbalance: (mm talk to humans)
So there's this lunch place in the neighborhood, called Certe. They do catering, and you can also go there and get salads and soup and sandwiches. In the past year, after a Midtown Lunch challenge, they've been making their sandwiches fancier. They've been giving them cute names, using crazy ingredients, stuff like that. I follow them on twitter to hear about sales and specials that only their followers get. I do this with several other eateries, including food trucks. It's useful.

This month's special has been a Bahn Mi called "The Chubby Chinese Girl." I was ready to light my torch and head off for a good and proper protest before I found out it shared the name with a food blog who had challenged them to make the sandwich, and was chuffed that they named it after her blog. Okay, fine. No problem.

The problem came when I found out what next week's new special sandwich debut. Now, I'm not a fan of "fusion" Bahn Mis, I tend to be more of a traditionalist in that respect, but if someone is doing something interesting, I'm happy to give them the benefit of the doubt.

My issue is not that they're doing a Bahn Mi with buffalo-wing-style-chicken. That might be tasty, for all I know. No, my issue?

THEY'RE CALLING IT "THE FALL OF SAIGON."

REALLY?!

::head desk::

I mean, I know when I think of the disastrous end to a war that cost millions of lives, I totally think of a sandwich. This name is obnoxious, poorly thought out, and not at all pithy and funny like they were going for. Granted, you can't make any "Seoul Food" jokes like you can with Korean food, but still, there has to be a less offensive name that's clever. If I wasn't dizzy from my headdesk just now, I'd suggest it myself.

No. Just, no.
offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So today was okay.  I got the pills the doc gave me for my stomach and I even feel well enough to eat like a semi-human being again!   Work was busy but productive, and I decided (with the help from my mom) to stop worrying about shoehorning into a dress that really doesn't even fit my personality anymore, and instead to focus on getting a new, pretty dress.  I then began THAT search along with my lovely, wonderful, patient boyfriend, J.  

All the while, I was playing with my new blackberry, and falling a little bit more in love.  [livejournal.com profile] katiebea and [livejournal.com profile] quodlibetic and [livejournal.com profile] antheia all helped me start to build it up to full crackberry strength.

All in all, an awesome day.

AND THEN I CAME HOME, TURNED ON MY LAPTOP, AND GOT THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. D:

After acute cardiac arrest, an extremely long call to Dell (huzzah for still being under warranty) and some strange tests, it was determined that my hard drive was dead.  D-E-D dead, as my dad would say.   ::facepalm:: 

They're sending me a new one.  And then I get to call and have them walk me through installing it myself.  0.o   (Translation, I will beg someone for help who actually knows how to do these things).  See, if a computer was a car, I'd know how to put in windshield washer fluid and change the oil, an occasional tire, how to pump gas and other basic skills.  But if it started making funny noises or the "check engine" light goes on or it just plumb won't start? I call a mechanic.   I can't believe this dude I spoke to at Dell ACTUALLY BELIEVES that I am capable of replacing the engine.  Jeezy Creezy.  

On the upside, this happens the day AFTER I buy my new smart phone, so I can still get email and twitter.  And J said I can use his computer for whatever I need until mine is up and running again.   But that's about it.   I am the OPPOSITE of pleased about this, as you might imagine.  

Happy Friday, everybody!  :P

offbalance: (angel-shitting me by baggers)
So today was okay.  I got the pills the doc gave me for my stomach and I even feel well enough to eat like a semi-human being again!   Work was busy but productive, and I decided (with the help from my mom) to stop worrying about shoehorning into a dress that really doesn't even fit my personality anymore, and instead to focus on getting a new, pretty dress.  I then began THAT search along with my lovely, wonderful, patient boyfriend, J.  

All the while, I was playing with my new blackberry, and falling a little bit more in love.  [livejournal.com profile] katiebea and [livejournal.com profile] quodlibetic and [livejournal.com profile] antheia all helped me start to build it up to full crackberry strength.

All in all, an awesome day.

AND THEN I CAME HOME, TURNED ON MY LAPTOP, AND GOT THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. D:

After acute cardiac arrest, an extremely long call to Dell (huzzah for still being under warranty) and some strange tests, it was determined that my hard drive was dead.  D-E-D dead, as my dad would say.   ::facepalm:: 

They're sending me a new one.  And then I get to call and have them walk me through installing it myself.  0.o   (Translation, I will beg someone for help who actually knows how to do these things).  See, if a computer was a car, I'd know how to put in windshield washer fluid and change the oil, an occasional tire, how to pump gas and other basic skills.  But if it started making funny noises or the "check engine" light goes on or it just plumb won't start? I call a mechanic.   I can't believe this dude I spoke to at Dell ACTUALLY BELIEVES that I am capable of replacing the engine.  Jeezy Creezy.  

On the upside, this happens the day AFTER I buy my new smart phone, so I can still get email and twitter.  And J said I can use his computer for whatever I need until mine is up and running again.   But that's about it.   I am the OPPOSITE of pleased about this, as you might imagine.  

Happy Friday, everybody!  :P

offbalance: (Bono fly)
I had a nice trip on the failboat this morning, involving dropped lunch food, missed trains, and other annoyances, some work-based. (Which included being vindicated on something I did do, but was accused of Not Doing. Could I have kept better records? Maybe. But it still Was Not My Fault. Nyah).

A moderate upswing began at 10, when I was able to procure 4 tickets (for [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, [livejournal.com profile] kip3f and myself) to see U2 this September at Giants Stadium! While I am psyched about the show, I am less than psyched about the venue, and getting to the venue. Still, the new stage set looks like it's going to be amazing, and I know for a fact that these guys put on a great show. So yay for that.

And yay for Camera Obscura tonight! I was super-excited when I grabbed tickets to see them at the Bell House, but almost as excited when I discovered that Laura Cantrell would be opening. Now, [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty and I have being trying to see Laura Cantrell live for 2-3 years now, each time being foiled in really outlandish and bizarre ways. I'm hoping to break the cycle tonight. Sold out show, too.

But yeah. Life at home with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl continues to be great - I cleaned the holy hell out of the living room this weekend, and we did other exciting things like watch tv and buy groceries! It's honestly wonderful to just have a nice cozy, relaxing nest to go home to. Work is mostly tolerable. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. I have the day off, and J and I will be receiving a guided tour of the NY Botanical Garden courtesy of his mom, who is something of an expert on the subject.

From the Sorry I Missed the First Boat Department is Reaper, which I'm catching up on now and loving. Seriously? The fourth episode (with the Magician) had me laughing so hard people were staring at me on the train this morning. Sam's okay, Sock's got some good lines, but that show belongs to Ray Wise, man. He's awesome.

And last but not least, happy belated bday [livejournal.com profile] feminist_poet!!!!
offbalance: (Bono fly)
I had a nice trip on the failboat this morning, involving dropped lunch food, missed trains, and other annoyances, some work-based. (Which included being vindicated on something I did do, but was accused of Not Doing. Could I have kept better records? Maybe. But it still Was Not My Fault. Nyah).

A moderate upswing began at 10, when I was able to procure 4 tickets (for [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, [livejournal.com profile] kip3f and myself) to see U2 this September at Giants Stadium! While I am psyched about the show, I am less than psyched about the venue, and getting to the venue. Still, the new stage set looks like it's going to be amazing, and I know for a fact that these guys put on a great show. So yay for that.

And yay for Camera Obscura tonight! I was super-excited when I grabbed tickets to see them at the Bell House, but almost as excited when I discovered that Laura Cantrell would be opening. Now, [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty and I have being trying to see Laura Cantrell live for 2-3 years now, each time being foiled in really outlandish and bizarre ways. I'm hoping to break the cycle tonight. Sold out show, too.

But yeah. Life at home with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl continues to be great - I cleaned the holy hell out of the living room this weekend, and we did other exciting things like watch tv and buy groceries! It's honestly wonderful to just have a nice cozy, relaxing nest to go home to. Work is mostly tolerable. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. I have the day off, and J and I will be receiving a guided tour of the NY Botanical Garden courtesy of his mom, who is something of an expert on the subject.

From the Sorry I Missed the First Boat Department is Reaper, which I'm catching up on now and loving. Seriously? The fourth episode (with the Magician) had me laughing so hard people were staring at me on the train this morning. Sam's okay, Sock's got some good lines, but that show belongs to Ray Wise, man. He's awesome.

And last but not least, happy belated bday [livejournal.com profile] feminist_poet!!!!
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.
offbalance: (snowdude by lauralatham)
HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.

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