The World According to Marney

Wednesday, September 29

News At Last

I have finally gotten the confirmation about my good news. It looks like I will be going back to the theatre industry. In about 2 weeks, I will be the new Manager of Information Systems for Dodger Theatricals, Inc. It is strangely a step forward by going back to a job that was created for me in 1996. I am not going to pretend to understand exactly how all of this worked, but it did and it will. The more I think about it, the more is seems like something that came about entirely by good timing, chance and good networking skills. But I'll take it.

It all started with my strange history and connection to Dodgers. I worked for them for 4 years before I decided to move on to the "more stable" world of finance (just before the market tanked, I might add). After 5 years of finance and attending all Dodger parties, I started to get a bit nostalgic for the insanely busy yet fun world of theatre.

I ran into my former boss at a party. We caught up with each other; me, relating my anxious need to find other employment (not putting it out there, but putting it out there) and she, explaining about the new set up with their administrative staff being outsourced to a staffing company. As a stroke of fate, she was about to let go the manager of this administration team and Head of IT on the next day. One phrase kept coming back into the discussion, "I keep saying I want someone like Marney." Well, one thing led to another and I sent my resume to her the next morning with a very charming note stating "there is no one more like Marney, than me." So, after a bit of a todo and agreements betwixt all parties involved, I will be taking on the role of MIS (Manager of Information Systems).

So, I am very happily tendering my resignation today. I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Tuesday, September 28

I have a month to go

I have finally decided to go forth with my plans of becoming my own Superhero for Halloween - MASS TRANSIT GIRL. So I started in on the costume last night (thanks to some help from my friends that have been collecting supplies for me). This would be my cape.

It is slow going, sewing on each card one at a time. But I will do it.

If anyone out there has a collection of Metrocards from the NYC Transit System, I will be happy to take them off your hands. (They should probably be empty. But I'll take the fares, if you really want me to have them.)

I have also been looking for a sidekick or arch nemesis. So far, I think I may have convinced my coworker to dress as a Super Villian. And who could be the evildoer that tries to thwart the heroic deeds of MTG? That's right Dick Cheney.

Friday, September 24

Still No News

So, I'm still waiting to hear about the new excitement that may or may not be happening for me. In the mean time, I have managed to catch a doosey of a cold. I spent the latter part of yesterday and all day today resting and watching DVDs as I cough up my lungs and sniffle my way through the day.

I have managed to get a bit of work done on my Huntington Castle Sweater (my birthday present to me). It was put on hold due to the warm weather being less than incentive to knit alpaca. But as Autumn has started to show up, I thought I should get to knitting. Right now, I have a little bit left to do on the hood and the edging to do, sew up the sleeves and hem it. Then it will be ready to wear. Conveniently, being sick does not interfere too terribly much with my knitting. And it is a good way to be productive while lying around in bed.

I think I am now out of the throng of misery. I have gone back to eating solid food (though not a lot). The headaches have diminished. And the sinuses are relatively clear. All that's left is the nasty cough. That part is the worst. But all in all, I feel much better. I can't say that I sound better, but that is good for getting sympathy. (Not that I would ever do that.)

I hope to have news on Monday. It will make me very unhappy if I don't.

Monday, September 20

Finished Object

Meet my new capelet, just in time for the autumnal weather that is sneaking into the Northeast. In this picture, it is much more purple than in real life. The actual color is a lovely and much bluer periwinkle. I will try to get a better picture of my capelet once my camera batteries regharge.
I also have to finish my beanbag chair soon. I just retired my makeshift chair for my computer "desk" in a rash of cleaning this weekend. That means I have no where to sit while on my computer. Not comfy.

I hope to post a little later today or tomorrow with some exciting news. Until that time, I am going to get back to my work and read about orthopedics. Please don't be jealous of my glamourous lifestyle.

Thursday, September 16

I Need More Books

I am officially addicted to audio books. Don't get me wrong - I have not stopped reading real, actual books, but I need to have constant audio stimulation these days. My multitasking abilities are getting out of control. I know "read" while I'm walking to and from work, riding my bike, knitting, whatever. It's like I can get more books "ingested" without having to find more time. Now, I only listen to the unabridged versions because there is a standard I have to reach as an English major.

In the last 6 weeks, I have listened to The Secret Life of Bees, The Devil Wears Prada, My Year of Meats and The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents America (The Audiobook): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction. Throw in a couple of political speeches (as I didn't watch the conventions at all) and the fabulous Car Talk, and I am attached to my iPod constantly. What did I do without it?

My capelet is almost finished. It's almost as though it was supposed to be an instant gratification project. Not intentionally, but I'll take it. And lucky for me, autumn is coming to NYC a little early this year with weather already peaking in the 60s.

Wednesday, September 15

Another Vacation Ahead

I'm going to Paris! I made arrangements with a friend of mine to take a trip to Paris. We found a great package deal that will give us 5 days, 4 nights in the City of Lights in November. I will just miss my cousin and her fiance in their 3 month adventure in Europe and I will make it back to New York in time for her mother to visit for Thanksgiving. This is going to be fun!

In the mean time, back at the ranch, I have started my capelet. I am taking a little break from the bean bag chair. All of the side pieces are knit up. All I need to do is knit the top piece and cut the denim, well, and sew the pieces all together. And then there is the stuffing part. But, I am almost there. But, the weather is starting to turn cold already. A nice little capelet will come in handy for the blustery autumn winds.

Sunday, September 12

The New Knitty is Here

If you haven't checked out the new Knitty, do it know. There are fun ponchos, skirts, sweaters and, my favorite, a wig. I am going to have to try this one!!!!

Friday, September 10


Yesterday, I had a wonderful massage. It was so relaxing and helped to relieve the pain that had been breeding in my back in the form of evil knots under my shoulderblades. I think Julia (the miracle worker) managed to get about 85% of them out of there. The last few are putting up a good fight. We'll see what I can do to help relax a bit more.

Well, this wonderful experience was totally negated within an hour at the office. Have I ever mentioned that I hate it there? If not, I am saying it now. I am very tired of being told that Idon't know about the job thatI was hired to do and that I should focus on the things that are less timely and not what I have any experience in doing; nor should I be doing. So, I happily went to a reception of for the new Dodger Stages and drug along my friend Matthew.

One of these days, he will understand when I invite him to a party that it will be fun and entertaining beyond anything that he has ever experienced before. It's wonderful bringing newcomers into the theatre world. I truly love it. In any case, a few hours of greeting old friends, drinking rather potent beverages and seeing the new 5 off-Broadway theatres that are now open (a former second run movie theatre that had gone under a couple of years ago) an I was back to my happy self again. It's amazing how much happier I am in that environment than in the finance world. It's like I am me again.

Please no comments about going back. I like eating on a regular basis and paying rent on time too much. I know I have sold out, but only financially.

We'll See If This Works

Blogger doesn't want to publish my posts. We'll see if this one does the trick.

Wednesday, September 8

It's almost that time of year again

I realized only a few weeks ago that the anniversary for September 11th is coming. My first thought was how to manage the day off fromm work. Now that I am no longer at Morgan Stanley, the role of a survivor is not nearly as common or as respected. Luckily, this year, it's on a Saturday.

I can't say that I am still haunted so much by the events, but I am not entirely healed, either. I found myself yelling at a magazine when I read about a Floridia RNC delegate (age 21 and very "wholesome") said she was going to Ground Zeron upon her visit to NYC for the convention because it belonged to all of America. I got mad. I got furious. She wouldn't know what that means if it came up and bit her on the butt. She didn't run for her life. She didn't watch people die in front of her eyes. She watched the entire thing in the media from a nice safe distance. And that made me more angry than I have been in a long time. I know that yelling at a magazine in my apartment wasn't entirely rational, but it made me feel better.

I also got a phone call from New York City Department of Health & Mental Hygiene about joining the World Trade Center Health Registry. It was a half hour of asking about where I was and when I got away and what my health has been like before and after.

To make things more fun, there are also more and more items in the news about the anniversary. Considering it is this Saturday, it's not too terribly prevelant. But even still, it's there.

Tuesday, September 7

Light at the End of the Tunnel

I did something very bold and brazen today; something that I have wanted to do for a while and needed for even longer; something that will make me a much happier and pleasant person. That's right, tomorrow after work, I am splurging on a massage. I don't have the luxury that my mom has of having a nearby massage therapist in the family. Schlepping 3000 miles to have my cousin work her magic is not really practical. So, instead, I am being all splurgy-like and spending some quality time at Metamorphosis Day Spa. This is the place at which I had wonderful treatments last summer. Might as well stick with a good thing.

On another front, I bought a pattern from for my potential capelet. We'll see how that goes when it comes in. (For some reason, the website is not working today, or I'd show you the picture.)

The bean bag chair is coming along nicely, too. I am knitting up the final panel. I have to knit the top piece, which should be a quicky. There are 2 pairs of my jeans that have already been disected for the rest of the pieces. All I have to do is to cut them to size and sew them up. The last piece of the puzzle is to get the stuffing part.

Saturday, September 4

Am I Missing Something?

In an attempt to meet new people and such, I made plans to go out with a gentleman caller tonight. Is there something in the whole making plans thing that makes it appropriate that these said plans should be negated at will without calling? I know I am overly sensitive. Maybe it's because I wasn't feeling much like going out this evening and still opted to keep up my end of the date. Or maybe it's because I was not the one that initated these plans, let alone chose the hole-in-the-wall establishment that took a 15 minute walk after a subway ride downtown. Maybe I just have too much faith in those that set up plans. In any case, I found myself in a big old case of being stood up this evening. And when asked about the situation, I got the response, "I didn't hear back from you for a confirmed time, and I didn't feel like it was right to call or e-mail after I asked you a question about plans."

Are all men inately stupid? Is there some sort of fear of communication? I have noticed that this is more of a trend amongst the un-fairer sex (wouldn't that be the proper term?) than not. Why do I even bother? Sometimes I think lesbians really have it figured out.