Boston Strong

So the Red Sox won the World Series tonight. And I nearly broke my hands clapping from the lounge of my house, together with my landlord and lady and their friends and family. It is a HUGE deal over here, especially after the events of the past year. It’s also the first time the Sox have won it at Fenway since 1918, so it is an even bigger deal.

There were fireworks (the resulting smoke made it look a bit like they had set the park on fire…), interviews (the best one was with one of the pitchers, an incredibly talented Japanese dude who speaks not a word of English), the Most Valuable Player award (it involved the giving of a GIGANTIC pickup truck to Ortiz, who is, as it was pointed out to me, a pretty big guy) and a lot of very disappointed Cardinals players… And I didn’t even snigger when they were pronounced “World” champions. Although I am still a little confused as to how you can be the World champions when only your country is allowed to play…

Anyway, another mental day in the office. I was downtown to interview some potential interns (go me – I didn’t even try to scare them! To be fair they were both pretty scared already so it wouldn’t have been enough of a challenge…) and try to get some financials out of the door. They will go tomorrow (yes, yes they will) as the final draft didn’t come in until 9pm and they need tying out. Sigh. I got most of the way through by 10pm, then had to call it a night as I couldn’t see it properly anymore. A job for tomorrow after some coffee, methinks…

In other news, it’s Halloween tomorrow, and I am meant to be partying it up in costume on Friday ( if I am still awake…) – any genius ideas for a minimal effort costume that would knock people’s socks off? Answers on a postcard… Or a comment!

Lessons of today

Things that are less fun when you didn’t leave work until 10pm:

1.) Getting to a gas station, authorizing your card at the pump and getting $3.49 of gas into your car when some git switches off all the lights and cuts the power to the pump, shouting “we’re closed” out of the shop window before buggering off to his own, fully fueled, car.

2.) Getting back to Jamaica Plain (having found a still-open gas station in which to get the little yellow light to stop flashing on the dashboard…) and finding that the closest parking spot is a 10 minute walk away. At 10.46pm.

3.) Walking back to your street to find that someone has then moved their car leaving a perfectly sized space for the Ford Fiesta you drive…

Sigh.

Still, the Red Sox won tonight, which is a happy occasion. If only I was awake enough to appreciate it…

Well…

… I am, again, rather a bad blogger. But it has been a mad week. The work was crazy enough, but everything else seems to have been extra interesting…

First off, I hate parking. I used to think I was pretty good at it, but since I started needing to park in the Brighton area of Greater Boston this illusion has been stripped away. I am getting much better at parallel parking, however apparently I need to choose my spots a bit better. I got up on Saturday morning to head to the office (yes, I know how to have fun…) to find out that my car was no longer where I had left it. Apparently, I parked so that my front bumper was about 4inches into a construction zone, so it had been towed. Luckily I know the right people, who gave me a lift straight over to the tow lot and helped me to sort it out. Including reading out my car license plate number to me about twenty times when I proved totally incapable of remembering it…

Still, $165 lighter and reunited with my car, it was an interesting day in the office, which demonstrated both that some of my work colleagues are far more perceptive than I gave them credit or, and that I would have made a terrible spy…

Then it was off to watch the third of the World Series games, live from St Louis. It didn’t end well, but apart from that it was a great evening with some lovely people.

And then it was back to the office for a while today before chilling out on the sofa for the evening. With some wine. And my Kindle. And Game 4 of the World Series… Hmm work tomorrow is going to be painful…

World Series

So, for all of you back in the UK who don’t care either way about baseball, the Boston Red Sox are through the playoffs and into the World Series. This is (honestly) very exciting news, to the point where I have even stopped asking how it can be a “World” anything when you are the only country allowed to play… This is a big step (and don’t worry, I’ll be back on that next year).

It’s been a good weekend – much too short but good. Back to Burlington tomorrow (sorrowful looks in the general direction of my office are pending…) for what will be another long week. Sigh.

Windows

After getting the opportunity to return to the office and get my head down into the “final push” for one job, I have been assigned a manager office. With a window!! And a view of South Station! It’s more exciting than I can put into words, frankly… I’d attach a photo if it wasn’t still a bit messy from me moving in, I’m so proud if it…

Granted I’ll not be in it for long, as once we move buildings it’ll be mostly open plan, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can!

And now it’s time for bed…

Vexed

Apologies, there is a rant coming…  Batten down the hatches.

 

So HSBC have, for the third time, put my credit card on a fraud alert and blocked all transactions due to me buying flights to/from the UK from Boston using the British website.  Seriously.  I’m British.  They know I’m British.  I like to fly British Airways.  We have had this conversation 3 times in the past 4 months, someone should have put a note in the file by now…

 

To top it off they have also rejected my payment on the account (made in good time for the payment date) sending me over my credit limit with the purchase of said flight (which, even though they shut down the account, they did not block, read into that what you will) and then told me how it is my fault for putting my checking account details in wrong when it is the SAME ACCOUNT I have been using since last November…   Sigh.

 

I suppose I should be grateful they are on the watch for fraud (and the fraud team are always very helpful).  But seriously, having the same conversation over and over is NOT helpful.  Instead of chilling out with dinner, I had to spend it on the phone with someone in a Dehli call centre who obviously didn’t have a clue what I was asking when I was trying to understand WHY I was over the limit.

 

Anyway, I had a lovely weekend (other than some work) complete with status as culinary genius being put in place with a new audience (who says I can cook for him again!) and watching my very first proper afternoon of Football (with a capital F – this is American Football, you understand – well, I didn’t understand it, but it was fun) which was finished off with a great win for the New England Patriots, and a high five that nearly took my arm off.  Roll on the next weekend…

 

Back to work I go…

*Insert witty post header here*

I am losing it.  My mind, I mean.  Honestly, I just thought about six things I wanted to write and they are gone.  My staff have told me to go home.  Apparently both they and the woman in Macy’s (who offered me free samples of anti-aging cream from the Clarins counter, while looking at me pityingly and saying it would help…. cheek) are trying to tell me something…

 

Anyway, I am about to leave Burlington.  To go home and sleep.  Thank goodness…

Spam

No, I’m not refering to the canned foodstuff.  I just had to delete 488 seperate spam comments to this blog.  488!!  That’s in the past 3 days.  They ranged from random Chinese letters to my favourite, which simply stated ‘for Spanish bread, one teaspoon’.  Sigh.  Every now and again I think I’ve got a real person complimenting my writing, but then it turns out to be another automated spam message.  I’m not complaining, I get lots of lovely messages from you all, but it’s irritating to have to spend ages classifying all these things as spam before I can get blogging!

 

Anyway, I’m still at work.  It is 9.30pm on a Tuesday and I’ve been a manager for a whole week, so I’m not sure where else I would be…  I am literally the only person left in the office, and I’m just taking a brain break before I do one more thing and get a cab home.  I’d get the T, but it’s a bit late, and it’ll be faster to get home and into bed.  Things appear to be moving in the right direction in terms of the work, so hopefully by next week the focus can shift back to the big job, which will be a real relief.  I can’t believe I just said that…

 

I did get a lovely break mid-evening due to the lovely E being in Boston for a short period – Eleanor and I met her for drinks at the Oak Room at the Fairmont Copley Plaza.  It is rather posh, but it was lovely to have a catch-up however short.  It was like she had never been away.  Personally I think all these people should move back to Boston, but they all seem to be happy and settled back at home, which does bode well for my return along the line.

 

Anyway, I had best get back to work.  Sooner I’m done, the sooner I can get my cab and fall into bed.  The glamourous life of an audit manager – who knew?!

Manic Monday

After working a lot of the weekend (punctuated by a lovely evening with Eleanor and Meghan, with some fabulous food and a LOT of wine… Seriously, I fell asleep on the sofa at 10pm…) today was always going to be tough. As it turned out, it wasn’t too bad – busy but ok. And I know that if I can get through as much as possible in the next few days, I can do fun stuff for a bigger part of the weekend. So it’s totally worth it.

I’m now watching the Sox game at home. It’s an important match, for a place at the World Series, so naturally the whole household is watching. If I wasn’t watching, I’d be listening from my room, but it’s only a small case of “if you can’t beat them, join them”…

Urgh

I love my job; I love my job; I love my job; I love my job… This will be my mantra until I manage to get through the smaller of the two jobs I am trying to work on simultaneously. It is all a bit mental. But, actually, I am still loving it. The first week as a manager is hard but good, and I love having that little bit more control over my time to get things done. Granted I already have about sixteen times as many things to GET done, but hey ho…

Now to catch up on some sleep. It has been a week of long hours, not helped by staying up very late chatting last night. Today’s functionality has been due 100% to the 4 shots of espresso in my coffee cup this morning. Yes yes totally my own fault…