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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
To tan or not to tan
I got some tan this past weekend. Not like the hot kind. The sock and tank top kind. The redneck kind. Is that accurate? I don't know much about rednecks.
Well here's the thing. Normally I don't mind getting some color. But this? Ew it's gross. I'm dark. And it looks dirty! Normally indian peeps aren't fans of being tan. We don't want to be darker like the rest of the american/european society. No we use products such as "Fair and Lovely" (yes this product exists) to actually lighten our skin.
Now I am not one of the crazy few who goes out of her way to not get any sun. I think some sun is healthy. I like laying out at the beach and getting fun tan lines.
But tennis tan lines? No one wants those.
Well here's the thing. Normally I don't mind getting some color. But this? Ew it's gross. I'm dark. And it looks dirty! Normally indian peeps aren't fans of being tan. We don't want to be darker like the rest of the american/european society. No we use products such as "Fair and Lovely" (yes this product exists) to actually lighten our skin.
Now I am not one of the crazy few who goes out of her way to not get any sun. I think some sun is healthy. I like laying out at the beach and getting fun tan lines.
But tennis tan lines? No one wants those.
It seems that....
...when I like a boy or am trying to make a good impression to a boy, my first email never gets sent.
No it actually goes through multiple drafts. The first will be written about 5 seconds after I re-read your email to me about 3 times. Then after realizing that I am a crazy fool and that no one responds this quickly, it will painfully be put in my "draft" folder.
Once I find something else to do and get a break I will then return to my email. I re-read your email to me and then go back to my draft. No way, this email stinks! Too wordy, too needy, too Kripsie. Let's change it up. After shortening (boys don't like to read) and adding some non-insulting puns I then put it back into the "draft" folder.
If I am in an especially non-creative mood I will most likely send the email off to my friend Rajani who will edit appropriately.
Once I feel that an appropriate amount of time has passed, I will anxiously hit send, but then stop myself realizing that I haven't spell checked my work. Now we can send.
Of course, as soon as I send I start checking my email about every 5 minutes to see if you have responded.
Wow I can't believe I actually confessed to doing this..
No it actually goes through multiple drafts. The first will be written about 5 seconds after I re-read your email to me about 3 times. Then after realizing that I am a crazy fool and that no one responds this quickly, it will painfully be put in my "draft" folder.
Once I find something else to do and get a break I will then return to my email. I re-read your email to me and then go back to my draft. No way, this email stinks! Too wordy, too needy, too Kripsie. Let's change it up. After shortening (boys don't like to read) and adding some non-insulting puns I then put it back into the "draft" folder.
If I am in an especially non-creative mood I will most likely send the email off to my friend Rajani who will edit appropriately.
Once I feel that an appropriate amount of time has passed, I will anxiously hit send, but then stop myself realizing that I haven't spell checked my work. Now we can send.
Of course, as soon as I send I start checking my email about every 5 minutes to see if you have responded.
Wow I can't believe I actually confessed to doing this..
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thoughts
I'm not really one to discuss my political views or really my views on anything substantial on this blizzog, but here's a gander at a topic: Outsourcing.
People have so much negativity towards outsourcing. I for once knew about it, heard about it, but never really took the time to fully understand what is going on. That is, until I started reading The World is Flat by Freedman. This book discusses outsourcing in great detail and taught me a lot.
I always used to (and still do) get frustrated with people who will look at me and hold this resentment that there is so much outsourcing going on in India. Yes I caused this, please focus your hostility towards me, because I am in charge of the world. I can and do understand and am empathic with people who lose their jobs due to outsourcing. It could even be me one day! But honestly in this day and age how can you expect something like outsourcing NOT to exist?!
If you think about our own daily lives we do what we can to cut costs. Well, because we are greedy and want to have more money to support ourselves better. This is not a bad thing. Coupons, rebates, driving an extra couple of miles for cheaper gas, heck we ALL do this. So why is it so surprising to hear that companies are doing the same thing?
And lets talk about India for a second. There are over 1 billion people in this country. Can you actually imagine how many people that is? I really can't. Most people in India live poorer than the poorest people in the United States. For them to be able to do what we do for pennies is really not a big step up for them. What it does allow these people to do however, is get some money, become educated and be proud of what they do.
When I used to work in Admissions, concerned parents would ask me what schools like mine were doing about this outsourcing epidemic. Um? Is there even a response for this? We keep developing technology -this in turn is flattening out the worlds playing field. People in foreign countries are able to do the same things as us. Granted the company's CEO and COO are making millions of more dollars out of all of this - but they were smart enough to think of it! I can't argue that.
This isn't a perfect system by any means. It's unfortunate that anyone needs to be out of a job when they are willing and capable to work. But it IS unfair for 'people' to blame these countries for what they are doing. They are just trying to make a living like everyone else.
People have so much negativity towards outsourcing. I for once knew about it, heard about it, but never really took the time to fully understand what is going on. That is, until I started reading The World is Flat by Freedman. This book discusses outsourcing in great detail and taught me a lot.
I always used to (and still do) get frustrated with people who will look at me and hold this resentment that there is so much outsourcing going on in India. Yes I caused this, please focus your hostility towards me, because I am in charge of the world. I can and do understand and am empathic with people who lose their jobs due to outsourcing. It could even be me one day! But honestly in this day and age how can you expect something like outsourcing NOT to exist?!
If you think about our own daily lives we do what we can to cut costs. Well, because we are greedy and want to have more money to support ourselves better. This is not a bad thing. Coupons, rebates, driving an extra couple of miles for cheaper gas, heck we ALL do this. So why is it so surprising to hear that companies are doing the same thing?
And lets talk about India for a second. There are over 1 billion people in this country. Can you actually imagine how many people that is? I really can't. Most people in India live poorer than the poorest people in the United States. For them to be able to do what we do for pennies is really not a big step up for them. What it does allow these people to do however, is get some money, become educated and be proud of what they do.
When I used to work in Admissions, concerned parents would ask me what schools like mine were doing about this outsourcing epidemic. Um? Is there even a response for this? We keep developing technology -this in turn is flattening out the worlds playing field. People in foreign countries are able to do the same things as us. Granted the company's CEO and COO are making millions of more dollars out of all of this - but they were smart enough to think of it! I can't argue that.
This isn't a perfect system by any means. It's unfortunate that anyone needs to be out of a job when they are willing and capable to work. But it IS unfair for 'people' to blame these countries for what they are doing. They are just trying to make a living like everyone else.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Home Sweet Home
I have a lot of friends that live at home and love it. I used to alway look at them as if they were crazy or just gosh darn weird. The first time I started living at home (circa 2003) I wasn't a happy camper. In fact, I was miserable; so I left.
Fast forward to 2006 - I'm back at home. I don't know what happened but I love living at home. I may never leave.
All you people who love their apartments - I get it. But here's what you're missing -
At my house you get: great dinners, served to you when you get home, there is no grocery bill (cause well my parents are great), ALWAYS toilet paper, water, soap, shampoo, and toothpaste in stock, two fridges filled with food, free laundry, no bills, lots of space, free parking, lunches made by my mom (greatest lunch maker ever) great backyard, tennis courts near-by, and a brother to play with.
Of course I probably will leave one day. Since my lack of love life doesn't require me to have any "privacy" I am pretty content with being home. You should want to live with me.
Fast forward to 2006 - I'm back at home. I don't know what happened but I love living at home. I may never leave.
All you people who love their apartments - I get it. But here's what you're missing -
At my house you get: great dinners, served to you when you get home, there is no grocery bill (cause well my parents are great), ALWAYS toilet paper, water, soap, shampoo, and toothpaste in stock, two fridges filled with food, free laundry, no bills, lots of space, free parking, lunches made by my mom (greatest lunch maker ever) great backyard, tennis courts near-by, and a brother to play with.
Of course I probably will leave one day. Since my lack of love life doesn't require me to have any "privacy" I am pretty content with being home. You should want to live with me.
Eager Beaver
Have I ever introduced you to Eager Beaver? He's the guy that just got out of college and loves to drive you nuts. I care about my job (somewhat). Well I care that I personally do a good job and perform well. But it goes to an extent. Sometimes I just don't care or.....yea, I just don't care. Things always get done (even if you aren't involved) and if you are in a team, you should be able to rely on your other team members to pitch in.
But Eager Beaver? I want to throw something at him. He has to question every little thing and he's exactly like that annoying guy in class that asks questions when all you want to do is leave. He's that guy who will do all the work, get to work the earliest, and wants to stay the latest.
But Eager Beaver? I want to throw something at him. He has to question every little thing and he's exactly like that annoying guy in class that asks questions when all you want to do is leave. He's that guy who will do all the work, get to work the earliest, and wants to stay the latest.
Um Hi, I like to sleep and I have a life after work, so please give me what you need me to get done and I promise from 8-5 I will do it. I won't pretend I like you more than I do and I really won't volunteer for every freaking task.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Beautiful People
I think I am scared of good looking people. Not like "please don't hurt me" but more like "I don't look as pretty as you but please still be my friend". Is that weird? Maybe
I have this new manager at work. Although he will never read this blog, I will choose to keep him anonymous. He is a married hottie. I have absolutely no attraction or desire for this man, but every morning I cannot help but think how good looking he is. I almost can't look at him in the eye fearing that he will know that I want to make a mask of his face and wear it when I am out in public. Yes definitely disturbing.
I have this new manager at work. Although he will never read this blog, I will choose to keep him anonymous. He is a married hottie. I have absolutely no attraction or desire for this man, but every morning I cannot help but think how good looking he is. I almost can't look at him in the eye fearing that he will know that I want to make a mask of his face and wear it when I am out in public. Yes definitely disturbing.
hehehe
Sometimes I find myself laughing to myself. Like I am the funniest person I know (which is TRUE btw). This is due to a joke I might make to myself or am about to make. I don't need you to laugh with me or at me at any chance. I know I'm funny. You read my blog, you chuckle. You know I'm funny too.
Hair
I hate getting hair cuts. My hair is kind of out of control. Like a boy, it grows really fast and needs a trim every few months. I get extremely nervous when I am in the hairdresser's seat. Panic-y almost.
If you have ever had a bad haircut, you can understand why I may feel this way. Since I was young I have had many issues with my hair. I am finally at a point in my life where A) I understand, yes it is just hair and B) I know what looks good on me. But even this wisdom doesn't stop me sometimes from panicing.
If you have ever had a bad haircut, you can understand why I may feel this way. Since I was young I have had many issues with my hair. I am finally at a point in my life where A) I understand, yes it is just hair and B) I know what looks good on me. But even this wisdom doesn't stop me sometimes from panicing.
Those are pretty much the exact thoughts I am thinking all while not breathing. More than not my hair has come out OK and I can usually breathe again, but this ritual will endure until I learn to cut my own hair, or maybe develop a potion that will allow my hair to be healthy, beautiful, and fabulous all my life.
What is she cutting, how much, why did she cut it like that, is my head straight, does she know what she is doing, omg how much did she cut.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Bathroom Rules
I think we are all clear about bathroom rules. Boy or girl. If there are multiple stalls, you do not sit immediately next to someone who is already occupying a stall. Why do people not understand this? To me, its common sense. I don't really need to be next to anyone while I am doing my thang in the bathroom.
This happened to me today at work. There are about 15 clean stalls at our office. But for some reason, this one chickie needed to come and squat right next to me.
What's worse is that these ACN offices - they have very shiny floors. And when I say shiny I mean you can see reflections. So say you are using the facilities; yup, I can see a reflection of an outline of a person if I look at the floor. I don't need to go into detail. You get it.
So ladies, let's sit together at lunch, at the movies, on a car ride, but how bout we keep some space in the bathroom. thanks.
This happened to me today at work. There are about 15 clean stalls at our office. But for some reason, this one chickie needed to come and squat right next to me.
What's worse is that these ACN offices - they have very shiny floors. And when I say shiny I mean you can see reflections. So say you are using the facilities; yup, I can see a reflection of an outline of a person if I look at the floor. I don't need to go into detail. You get it.
So ladies, let's sit together at lunch, at the movies, on a car ride, but how bout we keep some space in the bathroom. thanks.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Nuke It
Once in a while, I enjoy a good breakfast sangwich. If I had the time I might make myself a lil old egg mcmuffin at home, but alas I don't. I usually don't like getting breakfast items at any fast food place: McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts. Although I might like some of their other items, I like real eggs on my bread - cooked in front of me. No synthetic for me thanks.
When I was in college the best place ever to get these types of treats was at Bagels on the Hudson. They had a science to their bagel making and I loved ordering my "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel" or "Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel". YUM.
Recently, while I was slowing getting to work, I decided that yes! I wanted a sangwich today. So I headed over to Noah's Bagels in the next town. They made their bagels fresh, I am sure they will make my eggs the same way. After putting in my order, I noticed how the evil man behind the counter takes a cup filled with what I am assuming was a real egg and proceeds to PUT IT IN THE MICROWAVE. Huh? What happened to the grill? Where is my freshly made egg delight? He nuked it!
When did it become that you go to an authentic bagel store and then are given a synthetic egg concoction? Where is my quality? What in God's name is this world turning into??
When I was in college the best place ever to get these types of treats was at Bagels on the Hudson. They had a science to their bagel making and I loved ordering my "Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel" or "Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese on an everything bagel". YUM.
Recently, while I was slowing getting to work, I decided that yes! I wanted a sangwich today. So I headed over to Noah's Bagels in the next town. They made their bagels fresh, I am sure they will make my eggs the same way. After putting in my order, I noticed how the evil man behind the counter takes a cup filled with what I am assuming was a real egg and proceeds to PUT IT IN THE MICROWAVE. Huh? What happened to the grill? Where is my freshly made egg delight? He nuked it!
When did it become that you go to an authentic bagel store and then are given a synthetic egg concoction? Where is my quality? What in God's name is this world turning into??
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Cars.com
I bought a car! Can you believe it? Me! Do you like? After years of driving my parents car, I figured that it was finally time for me to make my first big purchase.
My new 2006 Jetta has yet to have a name and has yet to have any crumbs in it. As some of you know, I am not the cleanest with my cars. BUT I have vowed to keep this one in tip top shape.
So here are some things that I have learned about when it comes to car shopping:
1. Do your research! Car dealers want your money and its your job not to give them more than they deserve.
2. There is something called the Invoice price and the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). You want to pay as close to or BELOW the invoice price as possible.
3. The invoice price that the dealer has is NOT the true invoice price. You can find out the true invoice price of your car by using different resources.
4. Some websites that helped me: ConsumerReports.com, Edmunds.com, kbb.com
5. You don't always have to go to the dealership to bargain for a price.
6. Even small girls like me can get a good deal!
7. There are tons of dealerships out there. Use the ones you don't like to leverage a good price to bring to the dealer you do like.
My new 2006 Jetta has yet to have a name and has yet to have any crumbs in it. As some of you know, I am not the cleanest with my cars. BUT I have vowed to keep this one in tip top shape.
So here are some things that I have learned about when it comes to car shopping:
1. Do your research! Car dealers want your money and its your job not to give them more than they deserve.
2. There is something called the Invoice price and the MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price). You want to pay as close to or BELOW the invoice price as possible.
3. The invoice price that the dealer has is NOT the true invoice price. You can find out the true invoice price of your car by using different resources.
4. Some websites that helped me: ConsumerReports.com, Edmunds.com, kbb.com
5. You don't always have to go to the dealership to bargain for a price.
6. Even small girls like me can get a good deal!
7. There are tons of dealerships out there. Use the ones you don't like to leverage a good price to bring to the dealer you do like.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tennis
I recently started taking tennis lessons. I am in my 2nd week and I have come to realize that I suck and I hate it!!
I grew up around a family of 8. 1 mom, 1 dad, 1 aunt, 1 uncle, 2 boy cousins, 1 brother. That's a lot of boys around me. When I was younger I was basically a tomboy. I was the only girl on my t-ball team, I used to play in the woods, went dirt bike riding, and collected frogs. Yup pretty different from how I am today. Having so many boys in my family also leads to another trait: competitiveness. I am actually pretty mild compared to the others in my family. But, deciding that I am going to get back into sports, I have taken up tennis. Almost everyone in my family can play and my goal is to kick some a$$ by the end of the summer.
So, I signed up for tennis lessons. My first lesson was great. Dennis (my instructor) was really cool and was encouraging and I thought I was actually learning and improving. My second lesson however blew big time.
Dennis for some reason couldn't come to our lesson so I got Yaya as my replacement. Yaya apparently called my name for our lesson, and although I was sitting in the same room as him, I didn't hear him. We got off to a bad start. Throughout the whole lesson this was my situation
I grew up around a family of 8. 1 mom, 1 dad, 1 aunt, 1 uncle, 2 boy cousins, 1 brother. That's a lot of boys around me. When I was younger I was basically a tomboy. I was the only girl on my t-ball team, I used to play in the woods, went dirt bike riding, and collected frogs. Yup pretty different from how I am today. Having so many boys in my family also leads to another trait: competitiveness. I am actually pretty mild compared to the others in my family. But, deciding that I am going to get back into sports, I have taken up tennis. Almost everyone in my family can play and my goal is to kick some a$$ by the end of the summer.
So, I signed up for tennis lessons. My first lesson was great. Dennis (my instructor) was really cool and was encouraging and I thought I was actually learning and improving. My second lesson however blew big time.
Dennis for some reason couldn't come to our lesson so I got Yaya as my replacement. Yaya apparently called my name for our lesson, and although I was sitting in the same room as him, I didn't hear him. We got off to a bad start. Throughout the whole lesson this was my situation
yayy: you are doing it wrongAlong with the yelling Yaya also decided to return his shots to me at FULL SPEED. I was praying I could hit him in the balls to make him shut up! After being confident and excited about learning and getting better at tennis, this man single handedly ruined this experience for me. Way to go.
kripsie: ok
yaya: if you don't stop doing it wrong you won't get better
kripsie: ok
yaya: you are still doing it wrong
kripsie: ok
yaya: why do you keep doing it wrong
kripsie: i don't know
Facial Expression
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be someone else watching me. Did that make sense to you? I'm sure I could secretly record different interactions I have with people, but really, what do you all think of me? What type of vibe am I giving off? I have no idea really.
Do I have a poker face? Sometimes I can lie really well, but other times, well I suck. I wonder how easily I give away my true feelings.
For example... I was out in Hoboken one night with my friends Deven, LeVaur and some other peeps. Surprisingly, this guy came by to talk to me. I don't know if it was my face telling him that I wasn't interested, but after 2 minutes, he started asking about my friend and if he should go talk to her. Hmm. So either a) totally using me to get to her or b) i some how give off this expression like ?!? and he knows he has no chance. Quite a pickle.
I also have this thing where I have the SAME SMILE in all of my pictures. It's true. And I've been told my photo smile is different from my real smile. Weird.
I guess it's the same theory of how we hear our own voice different from how other people hear it. Why is this? I think I should walk around with a videoc amera all the time. This way I can hear and see the Kripsie you all see.
Do I have a poker face? Sometimes I can lie really well, but other times, well I suck. I wonder how easily I give away my true feelings.
For example... I was out in Hoboken one night with my friends Deven, LeVaur and some other peeps. Surprisingly, this guy came by to talk to me. I don't know if it was my face telling him that I wasn't interested, but after 2 minutes, he started asking about my friend and if he should go talk to her. Hmm. So either a) totally using me to get to her or b) i some how give off this expression like ?!? and he knows he has no chance. Quite a pickle.
I also have this thing where I have the SAME SMILE in all of my pictures. It's true. And I've been told my photo smile is different from my real smile. Weird.
I guess it's the same theory of how we hear our own voice different from how other people hear it. Why is this? I think I should walk around with a videoc amera all the time. This way I can hear and see the Kripsie you all see.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Teddy
I have this teddy bear that has been with me, well...since birth. He's actually almost 34 years old, cause he was handed down to me from my cousin Raj. "Teddy" as he is properly named, has gone through pretty much everything with me. He himself though, has gone through his own little adventures.When I was in the 4th grade, we lived in an apartment in New Providence, NJ. One day, while playing in the bathroom (um yea I don't know why I was playing there), Teddy had a small accident. Somehow I fumbled and dropped him in the toilet! Super scared that my mom was going to throw Teddy away after realizing where he had just been, I totally lied. "He fell in the sink mommy!" Hmm my mom didn't seem too convinced. Obviously. Teddy was soaking wet and well, let's just say, the sink doesn't really carry as much water as a toilet.
Disclaimer: the toilet had NOT been used thank you.Later on however, I found out that my mom had put Teddy through the rinse cycle and properly cleaned him. Poor teddy.
Last year, when I was living in Philly, Teddy came along. One week, our housekeeping staff came by to replace our sheets and give us new towels. When I came home though, I found that I couldn't find Teddy anywhere! I sent out an email to my girlfriends who had just spent the weekend with me to see if there was any devious kidnapping going on.
Hi girls
I have a dilemma. I don't know if any of you know my teddy bear (named Teddy); but he is
