There's also something else that I want to show you, that you may already know about, that may or may not ruin all of my dreams and aspirations. It's this:
Trailer: One Final Push
Lena Dunham has created a show for HBO called "Girls." Here is a brief description from the website: "a comic look at the assorted humiliations and rare triumphs of a group of girls in their early 20s."
Here is what it really is: exactly what I wanted to do. "If nothing else, I'm hoping to get out there what it's like to be 25 years old in 2012 -- a young, educated person who has no idea what to do with her life to make it match her expectations." That was me, in my first post. Remember?
It also seems to have a metanarrative element in that, around 1:01 of that clip, she explains calmly to her skeptical parents that she thinks she may be "the voice of [her] generation. Or at least, a voice of a generation." And here she is, being the voice of her/our generation, all self-depricating and hilarious.
Thanks a lot, Lena Dunham, for stealing my idea and doing it a lot better than I could have.
Future. Ruined.
Actually, though, I can't wait to watch it. I'm interested to see how her interpretation of being a 20-something, Britney-esque not-girl/not-woman in the post-recession era is similar to/different from mine. I can't afford HBO, so I'm hoping I can watch it on the internet at work, maximizing an important-looking spreadsheet over the screen whenever anyone walks by my cubicle.
Because that's what I've become at work: a paranoid couch potato in business slacks. Have I mentioned I'm looking for new jobs?
In other news, I had a real life "final push" scenario of my very own yesterday. In a very business-like e-mail from my father, I was informed that it is time for me to transfer my car insurance and car title to my name. Not two minutes after reading and absorbing this information, I got a call on my cell phone from Jackie at Travelers.
"I hear ya have some hail damage," she says.
Me: "Yes....."
"Well what I'm gonna do is set up an appointment for an adjuster to come out and take a look to assess your losses. Can I get your business address?"
Sure, Jackie. Let's do this. I was pretty content to just live with a hundred little pings in the body of my car to avoid grown-up situations like appointments with insurance claims adjusters, but whatever.
Jackie informs me that she needs to call my dad to attain permission for me to handle this claim, since he is listed as the policy holder on the account.
"Go ahead," I say. I'm honestly just ready to get back to watching The Daily Show on my computer.
Jackie calls back five minutes later, all giggles and midwestern accent.
"Okay, got that taken care of for ya," she says.
Me: "Great."
Jackie: "Any questions?"
Me: "Yeah. Is there a deadline for how long I have to get this done?"
Jackie, laughing: "Oh, no. You just set up an appointment when the adjuster calls you, then I'll follow up and we can talk about where I should send the check."
Me: "Great."
Jackie, still laughing: "It's okay, ma'am. Everybody has to grow up sometime."
Me, silent in my head: WHAT?
And that's the story of how I was judged by an insurance claims specialist yesterday.
Lena Dunham has created a show for HBO called "Girls." Here is a brief description from the website: "a comic look at the assorted humiliations and rare triumphs of a group of girls in their early 20s."
Here is what it really is: exactly what I wanted to do. "If nothing else, I'm hoping to get out there what it's like to be 25 years old in 2012 -- a young, educated person who has no idea what to do with her life to make it match her expectations." That was me, in my first post. Remember?
It also seems to have a metanarrative element in that, around 1:01 of that clip, she explains calmly to her skeptical parents that she thinks she may be "the voice of [her] generation. Or at least, a voice of a generation." And here she is, being the voice of her/our generation, all self-depricating and hilarious.
Thanks a lot, Lena Dunham, for stealing my idea and doing it a lot better than I could have.
Future. Ruined.
Actually, though, I can't wait to watch it. I'm interested to see how her interpretation of being a 20-something, Britney-esque not-girl/not-woman in the post-recession era is similar to/different from mine. I can't afford HBO, so I'm hoping I can watch it on the internet at work, maximizing an important-looking spreadsheet over the screen whenever anyone walks by my cubicle.
Because that's what I've become at work: a paranoid couch potato in business slacks. Have I mentioned I'm looking for new jobs?
In other news, I had a real life "final push" scenario of my very own yesterday. In a very business-like e-mail from my father, I was informed that it is time for me to transfer my car insurance and car title to my name. Not two minutes after reading and absorbing this information, I got a call on my cell phone from Jackie at Travelers.
"I hear ya have some hail damage," she says.
Me: "Yes....."
"Well what I'm gonna do is set up an appointment for an adjuster to come out and take a look to assess your losses. Can I get your business address?"
Sure, Jackie. Let's do this. I was pretty content to just live with a hundred little pings in the body of my car to avoid grown-up situations like appointments with insurance claims adjusters, but whatever.
Jackie informs me that she needs to call my dad to attain permission for me to handle this claim, since he is listed as the policy holder on the account.
"Go ahead," I say. I'm honestly just ready to get back to watching The Daily Show on my computer.
Jackie calls back five minutes later, all giggles and midwestern accent.
"Okay, got that taken care of for ya," she says.
Me: "Great."
Jackie: "Any questions?"
Me: "Yeah. Is there a deadline for how long I have to get this done?"
Jackie, laughing: "Oh, no. You just set up an appointment when the adjuster calls you, then I'll follow up and we can talk about where I should send the check."
Me: "Great."
Jackie, still laughing: "It's okay, ma'am. Everybody has to grow up sometime."
Me, silent in my head: WHAT?
And that's the story of how I was judged by an insurance claims specialist yesterday.
