imbibe: v., the act of consuming liquids
People tend to assume I’m a coffee drinker. I suppose the profile picture I use here and on Twitter, Foursquare, LinkedIn and Facebook kind of perpetuates that notion. But I promise there was no coffee in that E mug.
Writers, and freelance writers especially, are somewhat notorious for being coffee drinkers. And I suppose as vices go, it’s almost a non-vice. Plus it contains lots of caffeine, and it’s acceptable to drink at 6:00 a.m. Still, it’s not for me. Occasionally I’ll drink a Frappuccino or some other non-coffee coffee beverage. But it’s rare, because those things are way overpriced. And, well, I don’t do my own coffee chemistry in the morning. I wake up with just enough time to shower, grab my lunch and drive to work. No time for mixing and measuring things like cream and sugar.
I’ve mentioned before that my preferred vehicle for caffeine is Throwback Mountain Dew. (Regular Mountain Dew comes in a close second, but I’m sufficiently creeped out by the prevalence of high fructose corn syrup and so I avoid it when it’s convenient to avoid it.) And so, on Dew I imbibe. I get some strange looks when I crack open a can before 10:00 a.m., but at 31 I’m pretty comfortable with who I am. I do what I want.
And what I want is to drink the favorite beverage of teenagers and stoners everywhere.
What do you drink and what does it say about you?
photo credit: bobtheking
Friday was my last day working at the synagogue. I will miss my endearingly crazy coworkers, but I’m looking forward to a new job doing what I’m actually trained to do. I’ll be writing and editing full-time and part-time now. So, an official “Take that!” to everyone who ever asked me if I planned to use my English degree to teach.
I’ve always known I wasn’t cut out to be an administrative assistant forever, but until now those jobs have always been the easiest to land, you know? Particularly in the early years when I was sans college degree and when, because of the economy, landing a job of any sort felt kind of like a miracle.
In my last two weeks at the synagogue, I was reminded by the color printer, the folding machine, and a very small child in our preschool program why leaving the clerical world forever was a good choice for me: the color printer is still smudging and creasing every piece of paper that passes through its rollers, the folding machine decided it didn’t like my choice of paper and so I had to fold 500 programs by hand, and the tiny child sent to the office for some Thinking Time™ very nearly made my ears bleed with his screaming tantrums.
I am actually glad for all of these things. They were the gentle reminders I needed.
I made the right decision.
My coworkers were awesome, giving me parting gifts and kind words. They gave me a heart paperweight (pictured) which is just the right kind of kitsch to hang on my new cubicle wall. They also sent me off with a lovely Amazon.com gift card, which I promptly used to buy Bento Boxes like this and this for my lunches. (I’ll be going from 60 minute to 30 minutes lunches, so no more going out to eat at all the time.)
Aside from that, the last two weeks of March were crazy. I spread myself a little thin both in real life and on the web, but it was worth it. Here’s what else I’ve been up to: