Archive for September, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #11

September 25, 2008 at 11:14 am · Filed under Car, Death, Dogishness, Fam, Health, Men, Music, Work

Thirteen Things/People/Events/Eras I miss/missed/whatever

 

It doesn’t really make sense; it’s okay.

1. Driving (miss). On a daily, mundane sort of level I don’t truly miss it. On an isolated, sometimes sort of level I do. For example, if I possessed a license, insurance, and if my car worked I would go for a drive right now in a clearing my head sort of way.

2. Dating (missed). Let me explain. I’m under the impression that there was a time in my life that I was supposed to be relating differently to men. Like, I should have spent some time relating to them on a more relaxed level between the ages of 15 and 28. I provide the caveat of “I don’t necessarily regret anything”…I just wonder that if I had done that I might be more skilled at what they call “casual dating”. For example, I could have learned how to not be so butt hurt in situations that don’t really call for it, simply because of my own issues. As such, I could have learned some grace in order to avoid creating awkward situations that I don’t really know how to deal with once they’re created. E.g. rather than pushing people away I could potentially invite them in.

3. My chair (miss). I was greeted this morning with only one chair on my patio even though two chairs bid me good night last evening. I want my other chair back. Because, really? Who steals a chair?

4. Crunk (missed). I’m not sure where I was when people started using this term to define a type of hip-hop music. I remain puzzled.

5. My P (miss). Once again I no longer work with her as she has moved on to better employment horizons. Yes I’m happy for her, but that doesn’t make it less sad right now when I see her parking spot that someone else is using now, and when I think of popping into the finance office to say hi only to realize that she’s not there anymore.

6. Pizza night (miss). Wednesday used to be pizza night at my mom’s.

7. Jen (miss). It needs no further explanation. I am fairly anxious about her memorial next week on the 1st; although I’m looking forward to getting together with mutual friends and her family, I know that it’s going to call up a lot of difficult emotions. 

8. My carpets (miss). No, I have not gone off the deep end and torn out my carpets willy-nilly (despite the burning desire to do so). They used to be clean. Two years of pets have taken their toll.

9. Pentel r.s.v.p. medium ink (miss). They no longer carry them in stores and worse yet they’re no longer in the office supply catalogs at work so I can’t sweet talk anyone into ordering them for me. It sounds crazy, I know, and I don’t care.

10. The initial choice to not smoke (missed). It’s more accurate to say that I simply chose incorrectly. At that high school party a long, long time ago I chose to try it. I’m not looking forward to the process of reversing that choice and quitting.

11.  Lola bean (miss). I haven’t had the heart to go see her yet.

12. Bay (miss). When I lived with Audrey in my first real apt (I don’t count the brief disastrous decision to move in with my ex and his sister) I used to joke with her that Bailey was the only man that would never leave me. It was funny then. Well, he left me.

13. My hair girl (miss). I really need to get up there to see her soon. Seriously.

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Hilarity is priceless

September 24, 2008 at 10:49 am · Filed under Abortion, Birth Control, Fam, Feminism, Governmentish

Ha!! Is what I say.

Via feministing those of you that appreciate Planned Parenthood might want to consider the following:

Make a donation! In Sarah Palin’s name. :)

How To: Click on “donate”, then make sure you click on “in honor/in memory of”, and be kind enough to designate it to Sarah Palin. They will send a grateful card in thanks for the gift!

FYI: If you want an address to send the thanks to use the following:

McCain for President
1235 South Clark Street
1st Floor
Arlington, VA 22202

I did it. I think you should too.

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I, am purely awesome…

September 23, 2008 at 9:30 am · Filed under Managing, Men, Work

No really. There are a great many reasons why (and I know that it’s not yet clear that I am intending full on sarcasm with the above blog title…rest assured, sarcasm it is).

  • I am awesome because I make snap decisions based on unreasonable emotions. I ask questions even though I know the answers, and even though I know I don’t actually want to hear the answers said out loud because I will handle it poorly, in a fashion not even resembling an adult at all. Yet…I still ask. Worse yet, after hearing the answer, rather than hanging in with the situation I created and exercising a plethora of options (e.g. expressing my thoughts at the time, or even hanging in with the situation in general just to see what happens next) instead I run home under a fog of what can only be insecurity, so thick it’s actually difficult to make it home. Aces.
  • I am awesome because I had to have a discussion at work regarding my recent chronic lateness (due to many factors; persistent disorganization in my personal life, an overwhelming amount of things to do between managing apartments and school, etc., etc.). It wasn’t all bad actually. Although I disagreed with someone’s assessment of me “never” arriving before a certain time, and my supervisor agreed that it was probably incorrect to term it as “never”, the result of the conversation was that my hours are 8-5 now (and she was really nice about it too). It’s better this way because maybe…just maybe, being there later in the evening will provide me time for the inordinate amount of paperwork my job requires (drug court requires a lot).
  • I am awesome because for some reason I chose to avoid telling someone how I really felt this past weekend even though I had full justification to do so. A million years ago I had what is popularly termed a ‘one-night-stand’ with someone I had met through a friend; although I hadn’t intended it to be that. I actually liked him…until that happened and he essentially never spoke to me again. “My mistake” is what I chalked it up to be; until he showed up (eons later) on my porch at 2:30am Sunday morning, drunk as all get out. The baffling sequence of events went a little like this:

-2:20am: Receive a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. Choose against answering due to my utter ignorance as to who it was (I had erased his number a really long time ago).

-2:30am: My Kait knocks on my door and as I’m declining her offer to hang out at the wee hour of the morning I notice a male walk onto the property towards us. I assume it’s a friend of hers, especially after she realizes I’m declining the wee hanging out and begins talking to him.

-2:33am: Realize who it is, realize he is drunk as he trips over something.

-2:34am: Get angry.

-2:34am: Utter the only thing I can utter as he is walking towards my apartment which is, really?

-2:35am: Slam my door.

-2:36am: Wonder if maybe it wasn’t my mistake in some ways. Fully realize that he…is a moron.

         Thing is, even if I had said what I wanted to say it wouldn’t have done a bit of good. He was housed.

  • I am awesome because somehow I made glaring mistakes on what my manager at the apartments calls the ‘collection report’, which resulted in 3-day notices being posted that shouldn’t have been. Granted, there were a lot posted and they were definitely not all the result of a mistake that I made…but it’s more than enough that one or two were even issued due to my failure.

Should I say it again? I’m awesome.

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Smile…and ride

September 19, 2008 at 12:22 pm · Filed under Angry, Health, Public Transportation

No really…that’s what is on the side of Community Transit buses. I don’t feel as if they have earned that logo…at least, they didn’t earn it today in my opinion.

Today consisted of what ended up to be an epic journey just to go to the dentist. I imagined it would be like that, and prepared for it; a little tiny part of me was hoping it would go much more smoothly than it actually did. Here is my story:

8:20am: Hop on the #2 to Madrona Park via E. Union. This is my modus operandi bus; I normally take this if I am heading to work. I was especially pleased this morning because in my haste I had forgotten to make sure I had bus fare, and just as the bus was heading down counterpoint I was still at the ATM to get cash in order to get change from the coffee shop. I made it just in time. :) Because as anyone that has to transfer knows…you miss one connection and you’re pretty much screwed if timeliness is important.

8:50am: Hop on the #358 (inappropriately called the methadone express by some people that I know since it runs right by our clinic in Shoreline) on my way to Aurora Village. Coincidentally I also ran into a client on that bus who was headed to the north end for a court date. Interesting.

9:35am: Arive at Aurora Village and spot the comm transit #131 which per the metro website is what I wanted to be on at that precise time.

9:40am: Get on the #131 (which clearly read 131 on its reader board) and get jealous that the seats are all fuzzy/comfy and cushioned.

9:42am: Hear the bus driver announce that the bus is actually the #130 heading to the Lynnwood park & ride. Freak out considering that I’m supposed to be heading to Edmonds. Speak to said bus driver in order to address the fact that the bus said one thing when I boarded, yet now says something different. Observe said bus driver smile and joke that “we like to confuse you” before explaining that the #130 and #131 switch routes at Aurora Village. Nice.

9:45am: Get off the bus and trek back to Aurora Village (utilizing my knowledge of the area that I grew up in to take shortcuts).

9:58am: Arrive back at Aurora Village.

10:00am: Bus #131 (allegedly) arrives. This was the conversation between I and that driver:

Me: Does this become #130?

Driver: What does it say outside?

Me: (already feeling embarrassed and stupid) “It says #131 but I was told that they switch numbers…does this go to Edmonds?

Driver: What does it say outside?

Me: (Fuming and angry I board the bus and my jealousy at the comfort of comm transit ceases).

The really interesting part is that the guy sitting in front of me had to correct what the driver put on the reader board; it is apparently supposed to say “Edmonds CC” on the outside. Granted, since said driver clearly started out with an attitude this conversation between the two took about five minutes; during which time the driver messed with the controls for the reader thing, stepped out to see what it read, and probably hoped the entire time that he wasn’t wrong. After what seemed like forever he finally conceded and thanked the guy for pointing it out. Great. I point something out that another driver gave to me as truth in order to get where I’m trying to go and I got attitude in return.

10:15am: Vow to never set foot on another comm transit bus after this day, because at very least Metro drivers that I’ve dealt with are not ridiculously rude.

Smile and ride. Right.

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Asking and receiving, or not…

September 11, 2008 at 9:55 am · Filed under Daily

So, there is a problem that I’m wrestling with; and I’m not all that sure how ready I am to talk to any one single person about it. That’s that. But not really at the same time.

Judgment is difficult to bear, and change is even more difficult; really, I would choose judgment over change any day. Because when one thing changes, everything else has to change along with it. I’m not sure I’m okay with that yet.

Long story short, if I happen to ask you for help about anything at all, please don’t judge; and if you feel the need to judge, be honest about it and tell me that you can’t help, and let that be that.

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