Monthly Archives: September 2006

Fridays

Today is my last day of temping. To celebrate, they tried to kill me. There has been much vocal sadness over my leaving – although I do let them know that I will stay if they match the salary & benefits package being offered at my new job. Then there is just silence.

Anyways, today there was a potluck, as a couple of permanent employees are also leaving. I brought caprese salad (which was a big hit). There were many desserts. Someone made jello. Someone brought a bag of potato chips and a jar of peanut butter. There were several different offerings. Many, many pasta offerings. Full of meat. I only eat the bird meats, so I avoided all of them except the manicotti.

I found the manicotti maker, someone I’ve worked with muchly during my time, and asked her about the mushroom content of the food. She assured me that it was fungus-free. I let her know that I was asking because of an allergy issue. She was adamant. I ate the manicotti. About 2/3 of my way through the food, I saw it. A tiny mushroom chunk.

I accused her of trying to kill me – if I won’t work here, I won’t work anywhere! I am (obviously) not dead, I took some drugs. Now my heart feels all funny and I have a headache, but I’m not dead yet.

She is so remorseful – and promises she really wasn’t trying to kill me. It was an interesting way to finish up the job, though.

Tonight there will be martinis and food – the Portland City Grill again, I think. I feel that it can give me better martinis if I’m there a little earlier.

Tomorrow is running. (On Wednesday, I ran for 26 whole minutes in a row without stopping. The goal for tomorrow is 30 minutes. yay for me!)

Sunday is mountain biking. I haven’t been often enough since moving here, and want to get another ride in before the rain starts in earnest.

Monday is running errands and getting ready for my first day of work. Also, I’d kind of like to find a dress to wear for my wedding.

Also – I have a lot of work to do on my freelance projects. That I am beginning to hate.

Fortunately, I’m not busy or anything.

(Also, now that I’ve finished the “Blind Assassin,” I’m reading Stephen King’s “On Writing” – a really great book. Not that I’ve ever tried to hide my love of Stephen King’s writing. I <3 him. Also, I <3 David Caruso. It’s really better to not ask, I think.)

The Face of Evil

Banks.

All of them.

They all suck.

I wanted a new account with a local bank, so I filled out the online application. I never heard from them. So, I decided they sucked. So, I filled out another application with a different bank. They requested my current account information for funding purposes. I shared. I never heard from them.

Yesterday, I got a bank statement from Bank (of)A – apparently I now have a savings account with them. However, I can’t fund it. Nor can I see it online. Nor will they admit my existence.

Today, I checked my balances and noticed that Bank B has taken money out of my current accounts, presumably to fund my new checking & savings accounts. However, they also won’t allow me to log into my account, saying I don’t exist. However, when I try to set up a new account, they let me know that my user name already exists. My user name is not so common that it would exist if it weren’t me.

So – Bank B (or WtF, as I like to call it now) has a couple hundred dollars of mine, but won’t give it back. That is not nice.

Stupidheads.

Also, is it rude to surreptitiously gift a co-worker with Gas-X? Because some things just shouldn’t happen so constantly and odiferously, even if it’s happening silently.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I feel like I haven’t had time to catch my breath in days, which is kind of ridiculous, since I spent a long time playing Neverwinter Nights this weekend.

Thursday evening, the architect and I had a celebratory dinner at the Blue Olive. The ambiance is lacking a bit – it’s just a big open room – but you can’t fault the service, the staff or the food. We ordered a bottle of Retsina, and the waitress insisted on bringing us a sample because she said many people didn’t like it. We loved it.

To start, we had a roasted red pepper hummus with pita bread. The hummus was great – the pitas were average. For dinner I had the vegetarian plate – spanikopita, dolmades, greek salad (yum!) and lemon potatoes. The architect had their salmon dish. I tried a bite or two of the salmon, and thought it was great. I generally hate salmon, so that was a definite statement. My food was also terrific – and I finished every bite.

For dessert, we ordered the chocolate baklava (they don’t have regular) which I hated and the architect loved. So – for those of you who are interested – definitely two thumbs up. It was the 2nd best Greek food I’ve ever had (Delphi in LA is still #1 in my heart.)

Friday was a new adventure in public transportation. Now that I have MAX down pat, I thought it was time to try the bus. I did all right, even though I’d forgotten to write down the address where I was meeting the architect and had just written down the stop (which I did not get off at – I panicked and got off too soon) AND my cell phone was dead. I still managed to meet the architect and we had dinner at Buffalo Gap – which strangely enough was named after Buffalo Gap, SD – the birthplace of the owner. It was pretty average bar food – certainly nothing special.

Saturday was a day of errands. And running. And beating my personal best – I ran for 20 minutes without slowing. I’m determined to run the next 5K without having to slow to a walk ever. Because now that I know I can complete a 5K run, I need a new goal.

Sunday – I went to work. I figured if this is my last week of temp work, I might as well earn a little over time. Plus? free breakfast and lunch.

There are so many things to do, and see, and learn, and explore – I keep having to remind myself that I have plenty of time to find them all.

(psst – does anyone know of a good chiropractor-type person? maybe an acupuncturist or something? preferably in the portland area. thanks.)

Good News!

Sorry about skipping the porn yesterday – I’ll try to make up for it later. I was really, really lost. Again, a story for later.

Just wanted to let the concerned internets know that I am a gainfully employed person. I have a real job. One that pays money. And has benefits. And is really really cool. However, because I don’t know everyone who reads this, I’m not going to tell you where.

If you really want to know – email me, and I’ll share.

Things are good.

I am happy.

Going to have Greek food tonight – because I am a guinea pig for a fellow Portlander, apparently.

Yay!

Now – to work on making friends.

Serious Stuff

It’s weird not having any friends where you live.

I mean, I have the architect, and he’s great. I adore him. I love spending time with him. We do a lot of stuff together, and it’s fun, wonderful, superlative, superlative, etc. I am very much looking forward to decades of spending time with him.

Now that I have that out of the way (just in case he decides to pop by), it’s just not the same.

As much fun as he is, it’s not quite the same as having a non live-in friend.

Someone you can call up and go hang out with and be away from the house and away from the wonderful significant other who we would not trade for anything.

I’ve only been in Portland for about 6 weeks, and I don’t even have a real job yet – just temping – and it’s hard to make friends at a job when you’re a temp.

I know the friends will happen – I mean it’s always happened before!

I just don’t make friends easily, and can’t remember a time when I ever have.

I have some friends who are naturally gregarious, wonderful people – terrific friends. I am not one of those people.

I’m difficult. I’m overly sarcastic. I’m not always nice. I only like smart people. Which honestly, I don’t think I should get rid of that criteria. I tend to be too inwardly focused at times.

However, I’m loyal. Honest. Fun, sometimes.

It’s weird how one critiques oneself so harshly.

I do have friends. In Los Angeles. In South Dakota. In Washington (DC and the state of). In St. Louis and Chicago and Austin and the Bay Area. People I’ve talked to this week, and people I haven’t talked to in a year.

People I’ve never met in real life.

I guess I was just feeling a bit lonely this evening. I’m sure I’ll feel better once the architect gets home. He’s my best friend.