Wednesday, May 21, 2008

dropping by and The Big 80's

I have a pet peeve…it is work related as I’m sure a great percentage is. Someone “dropped by” to find out if I could print out their work history. Usually that’s the kind of thing that I can’t pull up on a whim, I need time to read through scanned documents to find relevant materials. So I’m super busy and tell the receptionist to get their contact information and I’ll look into it and contact them when I have something.

So now I have time to look up this person’s info and they’ve been working with us for a while, and there’s not too much in their personnel file so I don’t know why they didn’t just call me. I printed off the application the employee filled out when he first applied to work with us and the employment section is blank! What the fuck are they expecting me to produce in regard to “employment history?” and why do they want me to call them so they can come pick it up? Can’t I just tell them over the phone what day they started?

So I call this person in question and he (or she, I’m not sure which and the name doesn’t give a clue) isn’t home. Someone else answers who seems like they’re still in the learning phase of English. I ask I can leave a message and am met with silence. So I say “work history?” and the person on the other ends says, “yah, yah, the work stuff.” So I say which work stuff, because there’s not a lot I can print out, the application is blank. Again, silence. “Okay,” I resign myself to the communication barrier, “I’ll call back tomorrow.” I noticed on the message the receptionist took there was a message number. So I dial the message number and on the fifth ring I am subjected to the longest rap song-message intro ever. Seriously, all chock full of mother-fuckers and weapon references, for so long I contemplated hanging up. But I hung tough then left a detailed message. I hope the person receiving the message understands more English then the person who answered at the other number. Based on the intro song, they at least understand some element in rap music. Not that I have anything against it, I think I was more annoyed at the length of time I had to endure the song before I could leave a message.

On a side bar, I’m all up and down the satellite radio channel but keep going back to “big 80’s.” Am I trapped in the 80’s? I’m sure on some level I am. I have been considering getting my hair feathered lately. Big 80’s is the only station in which I know every song that’s playing. Now I also like the old school rap station and the heavy metal stations, I’m also open to electronica stuff. But I keep gravitating back to the 80’s. I’m not sure why; I’ve been into decades of music. I mean the 80’s station is even beating out the classic rock station, and I spent several years listening to classic rock.

And on a completely different note, I just noticed there’s a booger on my mouse. I hope it’s mine.

Monday, May 12, 2008

mystery ritual part II

The neighbor behind me was at it again last night. He started the ritual at 9:30 and it didn't end until about midnight. I was so annoyed and tired while I listened to the repetitive water on 20 seconds/water off 30 seconds followed by the weird banging and occasional squeaking.

I planned to sleep in about a 1/2 hour to I wouldn't be so tired when I got to work when I was woken up by the strange ritual again at 5:30 AM! Based on some simple math, this neighbor guy (who looks an awful lot like Harry Potter) had gotten just as much if not less sleep then I last night. I got out of bed and started my day, there would be no rest for me listening to that. I can't for the life of me figure out what he is doing in there.

Well, let me be honest right here and let you know I'm a big chicken. I had the opportunity to ask Harry about what he was doing and I blew it. Harry came down to put his laundry in the washer just as I was moving my last load into the dryer. He asked me if I had more to go and I told him the washer was all his. I thought for a moment about the water ritual and almost asked him, I was going to put a "curiosity" spin on my question, not a bitchy "you're keeping me awake asshole" remark. I opened my mouth and hesitated; then some other words came out. I made weird small talk about how lost laundry socks have a way of finding themselves back to their owners. He exchanged some commentary about the washer and then I left. And here I am, still wondering what Harry Potter's up to behind me.

I know someone commented that he might be running a meth lab in my last post, but now I'm thinking he's conducting some kind of strange experiment. Maybe he's trying to energize water droplets with radioactivity so he could mutate and become the next comic book hero. Radioactive H20 man!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

great weekend.

This weekend was great. I've done fun and new things with new people and it feels like spring is finally really here. The shining sun is a welcome sight after this extended winter we had. Hopefully the sun is here to stay. I've spent the weekend outdoors feeling the elements and enjoying the blooming foliage.

Yesterday I went for a hike with my new friend Bridget to Dog Mountain, located on the Washington side of the Columbia River gorge. Dog mountain wasn't blooming with yellow balsamroot yet, there were still snow patches and snow fields to contend with. The higher we got, the worse the weather got. Not that it was bad, the peak was enveloped in fast moving densely moist and chilly clouds. As we ascended the wind whipped harder, my layers felt heavy with moisture and the colder the breeze was. I want to go back in a few weeks when the snow is mostly gone to see the mountainside in brilliant bloom, but I'm glad I went on Saturday because the phenomena of snow and cloud was amazing:

Nice view at the summit, ha! About a 2820 foot climb from the trailhead. whew!

The weather was strange in that at lower elevations everything was mossy green lush Pacific Northwest typical woods. It's been so uncharacteristically chilly lately that the snow line is still relatively low. We literally packed a variety of things, I wore layers from t-shirt to sweat shirt to jacket and at one point I could have used gloves too.

I have a more pictures of yesterday's adventure on Dog Mountain on my Flickr photoset.


I also met some great people on Sunday.

Armando is a graphic artist who recently moved to Portland from Washington, D.C.


Lefty is a street musician originally from Long Island, NY.


Christina (also known on Flickr as "Barbiecore") designs, makes and sells her own clothing and accessories. I met her on Flickr about 6 months ago, but today was the first time I got to meet her in person.


Ashley makes and sells fused glass jewelry. She has a booth in the Portland Saturday Market sort of under the Burnside Bridge. She works a day job in an office but her true passion is to make and sell her jewelry.


It was beautiful today; the weather couldn't have been better.