Friday, January 28, 2005

birthday breakfast pot luck

Well, this morning at work, from 7:30 to 8, there was a "birthday breakfast pot luck" on the second floor (the big bosses, payroll and human resources). I received an email R.S.V.P. about it that I forgot to send back, and I wasn't sure if I would be at the office to participate. It turns out that I was going to be there, and I felt bad I didn't organize something to contribute to the pot luck.
I was at the office early because that is my routine, about 7:15, and was talking with my friend, Naan, about the pot luck situation. "Don't worry about it," she told me. "There is usually so much food there they have a ton left over. I've forgotten stuff before, and they get offended if you don't go and eat something. One time they knew I was in my office and they came and got me to eat something." I mulled it over, and we went up to the second floor to see what was there.

We took the elevator up, (we were in the basement, but it's not a gross musty basement, it's a large nice office area and computer education and training area) and as soon as the doors parted, we were greeted with the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. Now, I don't eat eggs or bacon anymore, but the smell was music to my nose. We walked down the hall, and just about everyone who works in the office greeted us cheerfully. "HI" they all said in unison (but not so much it was creepy). We greeted everyone, and I noticed Naan went into the kitchenette to get something so I followed to help her.

"Did you bring something?" I whispered to Naan. "Well, I brought a few scones" she said, opening a white paper bag with four scones in them, "and if you cut them up you can make them a lot of scones!" We laughed about that for a minute, and returned to the party.

I looked around, and I couldn't believe what my eyes saw. This birthday breakfast pot luck was unlike any other work event I've ever witnessed, let alone participated in, in my whole life. There were several of the upstairs office women stationed around the common area and their cubicles frying up bacon, scrambling eggs, ladling batter into waffle irons, opening fresh cartons of orange juice, making hash browns for chrissake! There were Entamans' cakes opened, cut into slices, muffins, many mini scones (ha ha), coffee, tea, people toasting toast in a toaster!! I couldn't believe it. I probably should have brought some fresh fruit, or oatmeal.

Intoxicated by the smell of this american heart attack, I had a half a waffle, a hash brown (very crispy and tasty), some orange juice and a lemon poppyseed mini scone. I quickly ate, and had to run downstairs to start my day.


Marcus goes out sometimes, he's good and hangs around the house. He generally doesn't get into fights with other cats, and can successfully chase the aggressive toms off. He likes to crouch down and hide while a dozen Western Scrub Jays dive down to the ground repeatedly to compete for the peanuts.

He never goes after them, I think he is a little scared and a little fascinated.

The Western Scrub Jays are taller than him, but I don't think Marcus realizes he has the girth of his bear-like form to weigh in a heavy advantage.

Monday, January 17, 2005

unique rabbit

Q: How do you catch a unique rabbit?

A: Unique up on it.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Friday, January 14, 2005

casual friday

Well, It's casual Friday here at the office. I am dressed up today, and it's okay. After months of working in a factory and wearing dickies or carharts, or at home wearing sweatpants, it's nice to have a reason to wear nice clothes. I enjoy being a professional. Some say it's my honeymoon period, but I feel at home here.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

My cats are funny. They have been a little put off lately because we have them on a feeding schedule. It used to be a schmorgaborg all day long, but they are starting to pack on the pounds like little sausages. Here is a before picture. I'll have some after pictures shortly.


Saturday, January 08, 2005

a holes

Well, I rode my bike around town today to run many errands. It was a very windy (I really hate wind) and rainy on and off, several looming dark, ashy gray clumps of clouds quickly moving in and out. I wanted to be safe, so I had with me:
  • reflective leg bands
  • a fluorescent and reflective vest
  • front headlight
  • rear tail light
  • reflectors

So I pull up to a red light. I was there first. A minivan pulled up to me, and pulled in close to the right, mere inches from where I was patiently waiting for the light to change. I ignored the vehicle, but was aware of it. The driver honked, and I nearly jumped off of my bike. I looked over, and noticed it was an older man driving, and what seemed to be his wife, with a map opened and spread over the dashboard.

I gestured with my hands, shrugged my shoulders and shouted "WHAT??" (the New Yorker in me). The driver honked again, and his wife rolled down her window half-way. I suppose that was so I don't attack them or something. She leaned up and spoke, "We're going to turn, you're in our way." I looked over, and said, "You got a turn signal on that thing? That's how you communicate your actions to the people around and behind you".

She rolled up her window about an inch more, and asked, "What?" I noticed the old man shook his head and made some sort of commet about me under his breath. I leaned over to her cracked window, and spoke very loudly, "IF YOU USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL, THAT LETS ME KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING."

Startled, she rolled up her window the rest of the way, as quick as the electronic motor would allow. I heard her start to scold her husband about using his turn signal. He turned on his directional, and gunned it around the corner, around me, heading east on the highway into oblivion.

What a couple of A-holes!

KBOO community radio

I got a job. It's a good job, actually so far it seems like the best job I've ever had. I have to go down Monday morning for a criminal background check and drug screen, and I believe I start sometime next week. I hope its a good job. I've had so many employment let downs in the last 5 years...

The thing that I think of after the fact, that is within all of these horrible employment experiences, there are beautiful, great things that come from them. Both of my prior jobs were severely underpaid positions, with no raises, or an insulting 15 cent raises. My last job was a belittling, confidence smushing, negative environment. For all of the crap I took, I met a couple of awesome people. Additionally, I obtained invaluable skills that can never be taken away from me. In hindsight, I am glad I had that crappy experience. And the job prior to that, was a real let down, with no room for advancement, a dysfunctional administration that quashes any creativity and drive to succeed, and I also wrecked my back lifting many people many times a day. The reason I wouldn't change any of that, is that I met my life partner there, as well some awesome people I am proud to call my close friends.

Today I rode my bike to KBOO, my local community radio, to attend a volunteer orientation. KBOO, 90.7 FM on my dial, can be streamed via the internet from anywhere in the world, check it out: It seems like a great move, I really enjoyed the tour of the radio station, and learned about all the different things I could do as a volunteer, from learning the engineering board and the technical side of things, to learning how to edit and create a news article, to actually being on the air! I'm very excited.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

canker sores

I've had some annoying trouble with my bank lately. They have been calling and hassling me about my overdrawn account, when I have been communicating with bank people about my situaion and, according to them, it has been resolved. The whole thing gave me a canker sore. At least so far it seems like a canker sore...

A great site:

Happy New Year, I guess, because that is what you are supposed to say, isn't it? It's another day, I'm not a Happy-New-Year drinker, and the fireworks make me nervous. All of the disgusting people on my block are way into lighting off fireworks, in large quantities from dusk to dawn. I woke up 4 times last night. Two of the times, however, were indirectly because of the fireworks. One of my cats, Jim, was spooked by the fireworks, and would pace from window to window, and look out until one went off, then he would dive under the bed. The other cat, Marcus, was annoyed that Jim was so unsettled, and swatting at him and trying to bite him everytime he paced by where Marcus was laying. This whole scene moved itself around my room throughout the night, and woke me up when they had a confrontation on the bed, preferably on my legs.

I don't trust the neighbors and their personal firework display. I mean, where are they getting these fireworks from? Are they drunk when they are lighting and aiming these things? Why, yes! Do they have to purchase the really big and probably expensive super booming and light blossoms that they have to launch into the air with a special launcher? Of course!

Don't be surprised if one day I submit an entry about my roof catching fire. The only thing that settles my nerves is that it rains alot in the winter. Fourth of July is much more nerve racking.