Kevin resigned from his current company last week. (I couldn't write about it until it was announced to all the employees, just in case anyone who works there reads this. Yes, I am delusional about having an audience.) Anyway, Kevin was getting so worn down from all the travelling...there were a couple of months when he was at home for 6 or 7 days all month long. By July, he was so frustrated with the situation that he half heartedly started perusing the job listings in the paper, and found a local recruiter who specializes in career opportunities in finance. Within a week he had interviews at 3 companies, and within 3 weeks he had an offer. His new commute is 30 minutes, and while he will still have to travel a bit (to England, China and Canada) he will be able to spend the majority of his time at home in New York. He is actually in Norway right now, and will have to go back there and to China a couple more times over the next several weeks, as his contract requires him to give 3 month's notice. I know this was such a hard decision for Kevin to make, as he really likes his job and the people he works with (who are not making it any easier by showering him with compliments and lamenting the fact that he is leaving.) We both believe that this decision is the right one for him, personally and professionally, but that doesn't do much to alleviate the sadness of this prolonged goodbye. The new job begins the first week of December, and the new company seems wonderful, so at least there is a lot to look forward to during this difficult time.Thursday, August 28, 2008
The End of an Era
Kevin resigned from his current company last week. (I couldn't write about it until it was announced to all the employees, just in case anyone who works there reads this. Yes, I am delusional about having an audience.) Anyway, Kevin was getting so worn down from all the travelling...there were a couple of months when he was at home for 6 or 7 days all month long. By July, he was so frustrated with the situation that he half heartedly started perusing the job listings in the paper, and found a local recruiter who specializes in career opportunities in finance. Within a week he had interviews at 3 companies, and within 3 weeks he had an offer. His new commute is 30 minutes, and while he will still have to travel a bit (to England, China and Canada) he will be able to spend the majority of his time at home in New York. He is actually in Norway right now, and will have to go back there and to China a couple more times over the next several weeks, as his contract requires him to give 3 month's notice. I know this was such a hard decision for Kevin to make, as he really likes his job and the people he works with (who are not making it any easier by showering him with compliments and lamenting the fact that he is leaving.) We both believe that this decision is the right one for him, personally and professionally, but that doesn't do much to alleviate the sadness of this prolonged goodbye. The new job begins the first week of December, and the new company seems wonderful, so at least there is a lot to look forward to during this difficult time.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Wacky Wedding
The picture in the previous entry is of Kevin and me all dressed up at the wedding we attended this past weekend--Kevin wears suits for work on a semi-regular basis, but I am generally clad in jeans, a tee shirt, and a pony tail with some muddy pawprints and tufts of fur as accessories, so I felt the need to document that I actually wore a dress and slapped on some lip gloss! The weekend wasn't just about me donning a dress, though. We also visited Sleepy Hollow...here is the charming Old Dutch Church, built in 1697.
And Washington Irving's home, Sunnyside. (Irving wrote the very spooky headless horseman tale "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.")
The wedding was, um, interesting. There weren't any full-fledged wedding disasters, but there were definitely a couple of moments that made me laugh. Apparently there wasn't a rehearsal, so when the groom's uncle walked up to read a Bible verse, he started reading the wrong verse. After a couple of lines, the groom cut him off--the uncle grinned sheepishly, shrugged and went back to his seat. There was also a "singer" who performed mid-ceremony. She was really into the song--think John Mayer-type facial contortions. Unfortunately, unlike Mr. Mayer, she was unable to hit most of the notes she attempted to sing. It was so awful, Kevin and I were both shaking with (silent) laughter.
And Washington Irving's home, Sunnyside. (Irving wrote the very spooky headless horseman tale "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.")
The wedding was, um, interesting. There weren't any full-fledged wedding disasters, but there were definitely a couple of moments that made me laugh. Apparently there wasn't a rehearsal, so when the groom's uncle walked up to read a Bible verse, he started reading the wrong verse. After a couple of lines, the groom cut him off--the uncle grinned sheepishly, shrugged and went back to his seat. There was also a "singer" who performed mid-ceremony. She was really into the song--think John Mayer-type facial contortions. Unfortunately, unlike Mr. Mayer, she was unable to hit most of the notes she attempted to sing. It was so awful, Kevin and I were both shaking with (silent) laughter. When Kevin and I got engaged 8 years ago, one of the first bridezilla decrees I made was, "Absolutely no singing at our ceremony!" I have been to so many weddings with horrific vocalists--everyone has that one friend who believes she can sing, and who would love to grace the wedding ceremony with the gift of song. As is evident during "American Idol" auditions, the ratio of people who believe they are wonderful singers to people who can actually carry a tune is shockingly high! Before anyone could offer up their vocal talent to our wedding I had a harpist hired--potential awkward situation averted!
I was almost responsible for creating a wedding disaster of my own last weekend. I chose to wear some very strappy high heeled sandals, and then I chose to drink several daiquiris. I teetered, I tottered, I was a Weeble--I wobbled but I did not fall down!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Happy Sails
I don't have much to write these days--everything is fine, but not really blog-worthy. I'm busy at the shelter, Kevin's busy at work, we're enjoying summer, yadda yadda yadda. In lieu of actual content, I'll just post a couple of photos from the lake. This is Kevin's little sailboard birthday present:
And this is our neighbor kayaking with her little dog--he even has a tiny life jacket!
At some point, hopefully I'll have more to write. We're going to a wedding in Scarsdale this weekend, so maybe Kevin will finally get to witness a wedding disaster. Any time we go to a wedding, his fingers are always crosssed that a member of the wedding party will faint, or the candles on the altar will catch a bridesmaid's dress on fire, or the bride just won't show up, or best of all, when asked "Does anyone know of any reason why this couple should not be wed?" someone in the audience will jump up and say, "Yes, actually, I do!" I'm not generally the type to wish misfortune on anyone, but should Kevin's wedding disaster wishes come true, at least I'll finally have something to blog about!
And this is our neighbor kayaking with her little dog--he even has a tiny life jacket!
At some point, hopefully I'll have more to write. We're going to a wedding in Scarsdale this weekend, so maybe Kevin will finally get to witness a wedding disaster. Any time we go to a wedding, his fingers are always crosssed that a member of the wedding party will faint, or the candles on the altar will catch a bridesmaid's dress on fire, or the bride just won't show up, or best of all, when asked "Does anyone know of any reason why this couple should not be wed?" someone in the audience will jump up and say, "Yes, actually, I do!" I'm not generally the type to wish misfortune on anyone, but should Kevin's wedding disaster wishes come true, at least I'll finally have something to blog about! In the meantime, if you have any funny wedding nightmare stories to share, please comment freely--Kevin will be so grateful!
Monday, August 4, 2008
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