April 30th, 2008

professional me, self

I had a bunch of weird dreams this morning, but now I don't remember any of them.

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This morning's metro informed me: "A Japanese employer is now offering its employees who are over the age of 29 three days off as 'heartache leave' after a bad breakup."

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When I get a vegetarian burrito at the Grille, they often just put the rice in without asking me first, but it doesn't fuss me enough to really be proactive. Today, however, the guy in front of me ordered a chicken burrito and I ordered a vegetarian burrito and the worker said, "Veggie burrito?" and I said, "Yeah, veggie burrito," and he proceeded to scoop shredded lettuce and chopped tomato and shredded cheddar cheese onto the burrito and then put rice and beans and then ask me if I wanted anything else.  I said guacamole and sour cream.  Possibly just getting tomato instead of mild salsa would be a good idea since the salsa has onions, which I'm not a fan of, but I'm really not a lettuce person, nor do I really want shredded cheddar cheese in my burrito.  I just let it go, figuring it would be an experiment.  I usually open my burrito and mix it all up, so when I did that this time I scooped out most of the cheddar cheese and lettuce.  The remaining cheddar and lettuce definitely did not add to my enjoyment of the burrito.  So now I know (my tastes do change sometimes, so it's good to check every once in a while) and will definitely be more proactive in my order next time.

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I skipped Sunday's class cookout because of my all-day Saturday (out of the house 10am-2am), my morning+evening church commitments on Sunday (making a 12:30-5 gig in Lincoln unwieldy, especially given that I would be depending on other people for rides), and my general misanthropy (~50 second year MBAs I've mostly never met?).

But I also got invited to the rescheduled boat trip, which was a much smaller number of students, which I did agree to go to (leaving HBS at 3:45).  I was cautiously optimistic, and I did in fact enjoy myself.

Prof.B. was gonna take me and Nicole, but he went over early to prep the boat, so we got a ride with Liz, who also took fellow students Rebecca and Craig.  We were waiting to get into the parking lot at the marina, and the person in front of us was having trouble with their card getting accepted or whatever and we were just talking and joking and the Nicole pointed out that that it was totally Prof.B.  Heh.  Amy and Kurt arrived a little later, and we all helped with the boat.  I had thought it was a sailboat (I think because Mike does a lot of sailing, so I was conflating -- I'd never actually been on his boat) but it's actually a motorboat.  We were taking down the plastic window coverings, and one of the zippers is a bit torn off (B's older son did that) and B handed me a needle and thread and asked me to try to just do a stopgap measure of getting it tacked up.  I wasn't really tall enough, and Craig volunteered.  I applauded him for "transgressing normative gender roles."  (Yes, I do talk like that.  Shuddup.)

It was sort of cool out, but once we were out on the boat it was windy and much cooler plus there was a loose (short) line so that added to the water splashing in.  I had my hands inside the long sleeves of my oversized sweatshirt for much of the ride, and while I didn't mind it too much (because I am made of polar bear) I was definitely cognizant that it was cold.  When we walked into the restaurant I was like, "Warmth, I'd forgotten about that."

We had dinner at The Landing in Marblehead.  It is literally right on the water.  I had been suspecting my food options would be limited since I don't eat meat and I include seafood as "meat."  I ordered the mac&cheese because it was literally the only entrée on the menu I could eat (well there was a portabello wrap, too).  We (Prof.B.) ordered a slew of appetizers, and I got peer pressured into ordering bruschetta, which was actually really good.  From the description, I was expecting thin hard bread (like pita chips) with tomato paste, but instead it was soft tasty bread with small chunks of tomato and pesto for dipping.

The ride back was so much nicer in terms of comfort.  No wind and cool but nice.  I prefer the view of Boston you get from the Red Line, but it was kinda neat to see the skyline at night from the other side.

We got back to the Marina I think about 9:15.  And Prof.B. insisted that he'd take care of the boat, so we all got to head home.  It felt so much shorter going back (Liz had a GPS, and we definitely took a different route -- which with all of Boston's one-way streets is not unexpected).  It (she, Jill) told us to turn onto "Monsignor O'Brien Highway" and I thought, "Oh, I know that highway," 'cause of the bus to Target/Lechmere.

The boat trip meant that I couldn't go be a supportive good-doobie and see my mom's friend Susan speaking at Porter Square Books (her new book is The Case for Make-Believe: Saving Play in a Commercialized World).  My mom e-mailed me yesterday saying it was last night (and I looked it up on the Porter Square Books website but didn't register the date), so I went and browsed around the book store a bit (I'd never been, as I'm a library girl born and raised).  It's smaller than I'd expected, though the category labels on the shelves also have Dewey Decimal numbers, which made me all geeky happy.

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