Friday, December 31, 2010
I was not planning on reporting any of this until I learned where I am going (which should be early next week), but well I couldn't contain myself. I especially did not plan on writing this while I have company over celebrating NYE. But they are engrossed in the movie.
So now a whole new set of emotions have over taken me. Before it was anxiety and RAS about whether I would be invited (no matter how many people told me not to worry that I was very qualified, I always thought the worst). Now it is fear and complete scared shitless feeling. What have I gotten myself into? Can I really do this? Am I really qualified? What if I fail? Now the rational part of me says "This is what you have been wanting for awhile now. Cory, you have plenty of experience, much of which will help you greatly no matter what you do. You will not fail because then your sister will win (to those who do not know my sister was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Mali) and you will be inferior to her. Plus you are stubborn as hell and always find ways to survive." It's just the fear of the unknown which causes the irrational part of me to mentally scream.
So while I have these scared shitless feelings, I am elated beyond belief. I'm going to get to live in a new country, a new culture and learn tons of new things and hopefully teach a ton of new things. I'm anxious to find others that are serving in my country. I'm anxious to try new things, to travel, to eat different things. In other words, I am not focusing on the present anymore (this will no doubt make my boss really happy. I'll just have to work on focusing on work). I don't think my brain has fully wrapped around the idea yet.
So next update will be my new country!
Also, I know I promised a "Best of" blog. I later realized, I've only seen 3 movies this year (127 hours, Harry Potter and True Grit) so I guess those are my top 3 movies of the year. (oh, I did see a great documentary on Netflix called Up Syndrome which is very, very awesome). I bought one new album this year, Kings of Leon Come Around Sundown, so that wins best album of the year (now if only we could get The Strokes to release an album).
Side note: I have found an awesome use of the radiator in my bathroom. The radiator is a long pole extending from floor to ceiling. I have found when it is hot it makes a really great massage beam. By rubbing my back and shoulders on it I am able to relax more. So far no real uses for the radiators in other parts of my apartment, other than making my apartment really hot.
Hope everyone has a very Happy New Year, may it bring peace, prosperity and happiness! Take care all. (my guests are getting suspicious so I must return to hosting duties)
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
So you know what would be a great gift for New Years? An invitation.
Back to New York news. In case you have been hiding under a rock, it snowed here. A LOT. Which was a bit of a pain in my travel plans, but nothing I can really complain about. The one thing I want to complain about is the grocery store during snow storms. I will never understand it. Everyone rushes to stock up on food and such. Like they don't live 2 blocks away. I just wanted to buy some tortilla chips, but they are all sold out. Also, Chuck Taylors are not the best snow shoes.
Stay tuned, Cory will unveil her best of next blog (and will hopefully have a Peace Corps update. Yes, I am anxious)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
But due to my dislike/apathy/not wanting people to be able to get in touch with me at all times, I tend to keep it on vibrate and try not to keep it on me (MOM note: I have it on me whenever I leave the apartment. Just if I'm stationary do I ignore and forget it).
So back to my original story. So I go to check the on call cell phone (where my boss had texted me) and decide to pull out my cell phone too. Less the 3 minutes later I get a call on my phone. It is a 202 number. Now last week I had spoken with Beth, my lovely OMS contact, who had requested some follow-up information regarding a surgery I had 8 years ago and requesting I get a new pap smear (the one I entered with the med review was nearly a year old). So I was not sure why I was getting another call, I had already made an appointment with my dr and had requested my surgery records.
I answer "Hello?"
"Is this Cory?"
"This is Beth from PC OMS. We talked last week. I just wanted you to know that I am going to medically clear you today."
Cory does happy dance, well I just ran around in a circle in my office which is not very big.
"Are you still there?"
"Oh, um, sorry. My office got a little hectic and I had to get out to hear you." (I was the one being hectic)
"So I'm still going to request that you get a new pap smear, though they might be changing those rules in the future."
"Okay, doing that next week. Thank you so much."
"Thank you have a great day."
I run back to the office high five everyone in sight, which was one person.
I'm MEDICALLY CLEARED!!!! Now just waiting. Well more waiting.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
So after receiving a message from my (most likely) nurse assistant (apologizes if it is the nurse) last week stating she would start my medical packet this week, I gave her a call yesterday.
It was exactly what I thought would happen, while not major and not really time consuming still a pain. I have to get an updated pap smear (the last one was barely under a year when I sent it in), I have to attempt to locate records of a surgery I had on my finger 8 years ago and MH has to look at my seeing a therapist that one time to determine if further steps are necessary. So while I'm running around trying to get a hold of people, it's not due to any medical issues with me. Just getting verification from different doctors.
So my cousin Anna and friend Heidi are in town, which means I will spend the rest of the week eating. I can't wait!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Went and saw "127 Hours" this weekend (as well as Harry Potter. Which was awesome). I left that movie with a mix of emotions. First off, I LOVED it. The story, the cinematography and the acting was so great that you really feel like you are in the crevasse with Aron Ralston. I would recommend this for everyone to see, really go see it. The end is a bit unnerving to say the least (if you are not aware of Aron Ralston's story look it up), but also cathartic. Really, really good movie.
This has been an odd weekend. I have managed to run into not one, not two, but three exes (luckily all were in good terms)(how odd is this? I live in a city of 8 million people). I was stuck on a train with a guy that hit on me, and when he hit on me I lied to him about where I lived (he lives in my neighborhood, I,falsely, said I lived in Park Slope), this was awkward. We both recognized each other. Then while watching 127 Hours I recognized the producer as someone I have dated. This weekend has been a "This is Your life" marathon of most of the people I have dated here in NYC. I'm a little scared to exit my apartment at this moment to see what else God can throw at me. My luck the stalker I had in Arkansas will show up. I"m not taking any chances. My couch is way to comfortable and forgiving of my behaviors.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Chinatown-dentist. Filling re-filled.
I spend the next 6 hours laying on my couch watching random shows. I watched all of Walking Dead which is so completely awesome words can not express. My extreme love of all things zombie is loving this new show.
I finished up the marathon of Harry Potter that had started over the weekend with my knitting club. Made plans on going to see the movie. I am so hyped for this movie, though upset part 2 will not come out until summer when (hopefully) I will be in Peace Corps. So all NYC peeps, I am leaving it up to you to send me a bootleg copy. On a side note, I am overly hyped for this movie, though maybe not acting on it like I did last year. For those who do not know last year I attended the midnight screening, where I joined friends in line at 8 PM. Yes, I waited in line for 4 hours. To top that, I was literally flying home 3 hours after the movie ended. I went straight from the theater to the airport. I am a geek.
Now I am watching some Law and Order SVU. (I can almost imagine people going "And, why do you think we need to know this?" Well you don't, and I don't really care. I was bored today and felt I should pass the boredom on)
Also knitting like a mad woman, I've finished a pair of mittens, 2 pairs of fingerless gloves and a pair of socks in the past month. Guess what people are getting for Christmas!
No news from Peace Corps
Monday, November 8, 2010
I volunteer on Monday's at GMHC (Gay Mens Health Crisis, a wonderful agency that serves the HIV/AIDs population. It is filled with wonderful and caring people; clients, staff and volunteers alike. It is also one of the first and biggest of its kind. So if you have come into some money and want to donate to a great cause, check them out). I help out in the kitchen, mainly serving food and talking with the guys. I really love volunteering there, even though I don't think anyone really knows my name. Everyone just calls me sweetie. This causes some anxiety in that if someone calls verifying my volunteer experience, if they don't specifically ask for the curly haired female who works on Mondays no one will know it is me. This is why I talk in the third person and introduce myself to everyone every chance I get. I'm growing on them, even if they think I am weird.
Taking some French lessons in hopes it will help me be a better candidate for Peace Corps. So far I can say hello, goodbye, good evening, good-night, good morning, thank you, please, go to hell and can count to 100. oh, and chocolate. But that I learned from working in the hostel. The french guests wanted everything chocolate so I picked up on that word quickly.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Which makes this Halloween great for me? My friend Scar is getting married in Central Park! I am so excited, but have so much to do on my costume. I'm going as Mother Nature and it looks like the real Mother Nature will do her part, as there is no forecast for rain. Pictures will be included in the next post.
Still no Peace Corps information. Just waiting and trying to prevent RAS. I keep thinking about the Peace Corps in regards to my service. Will my application stand out? Should I have taken French instead of Spanish? Will the extra-curricular activities I have been engaging in the past couple of months help me more? Even though it sounds like I am a bundle of nerves about this, I am not. There is nothing I can really do now that will drastically change my chances. I know I should be invited, I am just waiting for Peace Corps to agree!
Did you know that Kermit the Frog was Eastern European? Yeah, it's ancestors are a tad Polish.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Second grade: A boy named Matthew (last name omitted for privacy sake). He called me "meatloaf." I am not sure where this came from. While I do like meatloaf (the food, but do enjoy the singer in the 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'), it has never been anything I crowed about. He was either flirting with me, in a way only 7 year old boys are wont to do, or he was a masochist. Either way, whenever I was able to catch him I smacked him a good one.
4th grade: My future friend Lyndsey was not aware of my name, as she had just moved to town. She asked the teacher who the girl with hair like noodles was. Thus the nickname 'Noodles' was born.
6th grade: I had this obsession with wearing red high top sneakers. Loved, loved, loved them! (I have re-created this by wearing my red Chuck Taylors). Put this with my curly hair and Ronald McDonald was born.
10th grade: Hercules was born due to wearing these hippie-dippie sandals all the time (there were a couple of people who called me Jesus feet too)
Same year: My friend Jennifer, upset that I went by my middle name decided that I needed a new one. I was thus christened "Cory Wanda" this later was shortened to Cory W, then even more to "Cory Dub." This nickname lasted throughout high school.
Freshman year of college: Crabby rooster. Works on many levels. In the zodiac I am Cancer, thus the crab. In the Chinese Zodiac I am a rooster, thus the rooster. But the name also came about because I am extremely crabby if you wake me up. That and my ability to pinch really, really hard with my toes
Sophomore year/Disney: Fiery farmer. This is because I was attempting to grow an avocado plant as well as dry out some hot peppers (both would regularly get destroyed during our (nightly) parties.) Fiery, not only because of the hot peppers, but because I managed to blow up our microwave. Yes, while everyone else at Disney compound had the normal issue white microwave. Thanks to my cooking, we had a black one. Definite conversation starter.
Of course I am regularly called 'Sprads', 'Spradley' this leads to confusion as my other siblings respond to this name as well. So I just stuck to the ones that are specific to me (well leaving out 'stinky feet', 'fat girl' and 'PPSW').
Peace Corps News: Dentally cleared. Woo Hooo!! This means I do not have to get my wisdom teeth taken out. Still waiting on medically cleared. Of course by waiting, I mean I have been checking my status daily. Even though I know it is too soon, the hope runs hard. Tomorrow, I will not check my status, that is my new goal.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
It's getting cold outside and I am thrilled. I love bundling up and wearing scarves but am starting to experience seperation anxiety with my shorts and flip flops.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
In other news I'm the boss, with all the responsibility and without the extra pay. Turns out this is the worst type of boss to be. My boss and my co-worker have decided to abandon me to go on vacation. I had originally vowed to have free coffee Thursdays, but I've got too much on my plate to do that. People are just going to have to settle for an 'atta boy Thursdays.
This is just a small stone in my bad week. First the Hogs lose to 'Bama. A game that was clearly marked for destiny if it wasn't for two major screw ups at the end. While making shrunken heads for Halloween parties I cut my thumb, twice. I bit the hell out of my tongue leading it to be swollen twice it's size. I got hit by a car. My clients are refusing to listen to me. It's only Tuesday.
My sister has been in town interviewing with law firms. She is deciding between New York City and Washington D.C. I think she needs to live in NYC, she is thinking it would be better in D.C. I'm collecting a list of reasons why she should pick NYC.
Oh, and my client did not kidnap a baby.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Peace Corps News: (and by the way, guess where my stuff is getting shipped to. Take that Mom and Dad) Dr. Teets says my stuff is done. Though I fully expect to get to the doctor's office and have to give another two vials of blood. He is requesting to meet with me personally.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
But there have been plenty of times that I just groan and think, why did I move here?!? When rent is due and I realize I pay about 3 times the amount for my one bedroom apartment than I did for my two story, two bedroom townhouse in AR. When it rains (nothing survives getting gross). Car alarms. Dogs chained to things. Car horns. The price of pretty much everything. After it snows. The accents. Not connecting. The subways.
New Yorkers are in a hurry to wait. This is a pretty good description. The drivers rush and speed only to get the the stop light. They rush and speed only to spend 30 minutes looking for parking. Walkers (and I am part of this group) get pissed when anyone walks slow, stops suddenly or is in any way/shape/form not walking like they "should" walk. Even if the walkers have no place to go or no real rush. Just pissed off for the inconvenience.
So what will happen if I am not invited to the Peace Corps? Hopefully this is not a question I will have to answer. And it is a question I am working hard to make sure never receives a negative answer. Will I stay in NYC? I'm leaning towards no, but who knows. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, if I was to move away where would I move to? Truth be told I can not think of a place that I really, really want to move to. I have always wanted to live in Maine, but I see that more as a retirement place for me (my dreams of being a lobsterman might just be a dream). I love Boston, but the cost of living is not much different than NYC. So where should I go?
Monday, August 16, 2010
My smoking man concert bag. It has hidden compartments to hold a camera. The last Kings of Leon concert I went to, they apparently hired super spies as security, the woman found it in like 20 seconds flat.
One of a pair of mittens that I made. I went on a big mitten kick, but these are probably my favorite.
This is my first sweater hybrid, I used two different patterns. I must admit, I still haven't finished it. Still need to finish the pockets and sew on buttons.
These are a pair of baby booties I made for my co-workers grandson. I think he grew out of them in like a week.
I am currently embarking on getting rid of my HUGE yarn stash. I'm currently working on a pillow. Next will be another pair of socks. I'm still a little gun shy with the particular needles used for socks since I stabbed myself in the leg with them 6 months ago. They've tasted blood and they want more.
Some Peace Corps news. Went to the dentist last week to get my cavity filled. Dentist looks in my mouth examines the tooth and says "I don't think we need to numb you up, it's pretty small." Uh oh. These were the same exact words I heard from the dentist last (and the first) time I got a cavity and painful it was. So I bucked up and prayed that Dentist was not some sadistic, avid Marathon Man fan. The pain from the cavity wasn't that bad, the pain from looking at how much that mouth guard was is a different story.
Also, it appears that I passed my blood work with no major issues.
Monday, July 26, 2010
After researching on my insurance website for the perfect dentist, and by researching I mean looking for the one with the funniest name, I finally settled for the one that answered the phone. I was going to Chinatown, so I had to prepare. I downloaded a couple of podcasts designed to teach you Cantonese. I was now prepared if anyone said "hello" "thank you" "good bye" and could threaten to call the police on them. I was ready. Turns out all my research was for nought, no one needed the police called on them.
Remember when I said it had been 8 years since my last dental appointment? Well this was apparently a concern of my Dentist Dr. L. I started to explain that after undergrad I was no longer on my parents insurance, and then I moved and got insurance. Mid-sentence I told him I had no excuse. We discussed Peace Corps and he questioned whether he had to take my wisdom teeth out. I started to like the guy, he seemed as against pulling those things out as I am. It should be said I only had a small anxiety attack when he was doing the exam and said "hmm, that's interesting." Due to his fingers and other incidents in my mouth I was not able to respond "Good or Bad interesting!?!". It turns out he found my baby teeth interesting, before telling me at some point in my life they will fall out. Long story short, I only had one cavity which I will go back in a couple of weeks to fill and have to get a mouth guard due to possibly grinding my teeth in my sleep. And he says I don't have to get my wisdom teeth taken out. Xie Xie.
So now I only have the medical to freak me out and provide numerous anxiety attacks (which is counterproductive to a good health screen).
Side note I have been in a very crafty mood. I discovered how to make paper beads so my apartment is covered in strips of paper. Also working on another blanket. But if one is to look at my yarn pile, there are a lot of unfinished projects laying around.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Ah, Meatopia. What part of that word does not sound fantastic. A whole day devoted to the glorious wonders of meat. My day at Governors Island yesterday was filled with the wonderful smells and tastes of this heart clogging wonderfullness. After taking the ferry over, I met up with Geoff and Kirsten for a whole day of...waiting in line for a taste. Despite the long lines, the end result was great. We had pulled pork sandwiches, whole hog with bean and corn salsa, smoked duck tacos, pit smoked beef brisket and a MLT (mutton, lettuce and tomato). Andrew D’Ambrosi from Top Chef (yes just as ADD as on TV), Jonathan Waxman were just some of the celebrity foodies that were in attendance. Great day, great people, great food. This capped my birthday weekend wonderfully!
I have received my medical and dental forms for Peace Corps. Now is the difficult part. Setting up appointments and getting all of the forms filled out (correctly!). Of course my pessimistic (prepare for the worst, imagine complete disaster and hope for the best!) nature assumes that there will be some snag on this process. Well I already hit one. Not a major one, just a kind of humorous one. Well in grad school I saw a therapist. Partly due to stress and partly because we got extra credit for seeing one. Well my honesty made me admit this on my Peace Corps application, so now I have to prove that I am mentally stable enough to serve. This means I have to see another therapist to ensure Peace Corps that I am not crazy. Apparently my professional opinion is a little skewed, as I think I am perfectly fine, despite having diagnosed myself with every disorder in the DSM-IV TR. (I challenge anyone to read the DSM and not see that they fit a lot of criteria for every diagnosis. Apparently I did not listen to my professor when he told us not to read into the book too much as we would end up self-diagnosing ourselves with ever disorder)
So I made a call to a psychiatry office near my job. They set me up with an appointment with a doctor. The problem is this doctor is also one of my client's psychiatrist. When I declined him, I was asked why. I can only imagine what the receptionist was thinking when I said "Conflict of interest." So now I am on a search for a therapist that I have not worked with in a professional way. This leads to a whole mess of insecurities and worries. What if I have some mental disorder? What if the therapist does not think I will be able to mentally cope with the service? What if I am mentally unstable (well, in a bad way)? Again, my worry wart thinking tends to imagine the worst. But now I have an excuse to see a therapist! Now I can be the annoying client!
I will try to feel out the consulting psychiatrist I work with on these issues with extreme sneakiness and subtlety to determine if he thinks I can do this. I will probably butter him up with coffee talk.
I want to be honest with this blog and with my progress towards becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer, so I will write about any issues I have. I will also apologize in advance if I use any curse words, coarse language and touchy themes.
Next: Dental appointment. Hello cavities, good-bye wisdom teeth!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
It all started 4 months ago, well if I want to be truthful it started a long time before that, I made the decision to join the Peace Corps. Hopefully.
First I would have to write the essays. Like taking speech class in high school and college I put it off, hoping that maybe Peace Corps would change their mind and the essays would be optional. Like high school and college, they insisted I had to write the essays. So write them I did. Over and over and over again. I passed them around to friends and family. Each person corrected the previous, contradicting each other. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I ignored them (well unless it was a grammar mistake, I’m prone to those).
I crossed my fingers and hit send. Well then I had another part of the essay, laying down my health and mental health status. I was looking good. Hit send.
About a week later I get a packet in the mail, I nearly flew up the stairs to my apartment to get it open and go through. Fingerprinting charts and background check sheet. I filled out my stuff and made plans to get fingerprinted the following day.
Writing the essay was, apparently, not going to be the hardest part of the application. Getting fingerprinted was. I walked the next day to the local police precinct, 30 blocks mind you. And waited, for 3 hours before being told to come back the next morning. Defeated I walked back to my apartment. How hard is it to fingerprint someone?
Well, I got caught up with work and Peace Corps took a bit of a back seat until I got an e-mail from my recruiter. She informed me that I needed to send in the rest of my paperwork within the week. So I had to revisit the fingerprinting. The next morning, after calling the Chinatown precinct, I went and got a money order for $15. Well, it turns out the precinct lied to me, it would cost $16 for two sheets, and they do not take cash. I tried to make poor pitiful eyes at the older chinese gentleman who was fingerprinting me (hey it worked on a speeding ticket I never received). No dice. So I run back to my bank, the lady smiled sympathetically at me but could not waive the $4 fee. She suggested I go to the post office as it would only cost me $1. I go through the back alleys of Chinatown, barely dodging the “handbag, handbag, DVD, DVD” ladies. Left the precinct with ink still on my fingers and a package to mail off.
Two weeks later I set up my interview. It was on Thursday June 16 at 10 AM. I leave my apartment an hour and a half before I have to be there. The train was not working. Great, now the universe, and not just the police department, is working against me. I ran out of the train and got a car service. For $30 they could take me. (writers note: I would like to show how dedicated I am at this point I have spent $35 dollars on unnecessary expenses to complete the application)
I get there, go through the metal detector and meet my recruiter. I’m not good under pressure, oh I’m fine with answering questions and giving good answers, the problem is all of the sudden “um” appears to be my new favorite word of all time. I did kind of push the Health Extension assignment. Let me say the only other interview that was more nerve racking was the one for my current job. I had 6 people sitting in asking me questions at the interview for my current job, she had a laptop.
The next day I got an e-mail. I got nominated! I quickly called family members and my boss. I informed my boss that it was quite possible she would have to find someone new. She was just humored that I was giving a 10 month notice. She’ll miss me, no matter what she says.