Category Archives: Daily Happenings

Busy and Not Busy

Downloading the Sallie Mae app.. so life is real

Two nights sober.. so life is definitely real

A coworker nearing tears telling me about a relationship issue

Entering to win tickets

Listening to new bands

Rain instead of snow

Still not over the gym fee

Financials on post-its

Late breakfast

No lunch

Food that tastes good but hurts later

Rereading Wuthering Heights for the third or fourth time

Staring at a computer screen for 8 hours a day

Putting off a haircut for months

Needing glasses

Easing into coworker relationships

When working solo

Happy Friday


Be Smarter than the Scam

I recently stopped in and got a “free” 3 day pass at a 24 Hour Fitness I walk by everyday on my way home from work. I enter quotes around ‘free’ because although I didn’t have to pay anything at the time, I did go through a 45 minute tour and questionnaire/sales pitch before I got the “free” pass. Besides the macho-talk with the recruiter, I liked the convenience of the location and all three days a treadmill was readily available for me. I got online to purchase a monthly membership today – $64.99! Get real! I will try and tough it through outdoor runs before I pay that much. Gotta be smarter than the scam. 

An Afternoon in a Virtual World 

I slept in my makeup and found myself tossing and turning for the past 3 hours. Probably because I couldn’t stop thinking about how I just spent the whole night smearing bronzer into my white pillow cases. 

Oh well, the events leading up to me passing out with my makeup on were a lot of fun. The boyfriend and I spent the afternoon and into the evening at Quarterworld. This is my third time gaming at an arcade and I never thought I would enjoy it so much. 

We played ski-ball, which I won at last time, but my partner picked up on how to win and toasted my ass. He then asked me to be his partner in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He was Leonardo, I was Donatello. I was yelling at the screen I was so into it! I never thought fighting off “bad guys” would be so much fun.

I had to take a seat after a few rounds and have him explain to me why that game is so addicting! He recalled his Halo and Call of Duty days, telling me all about how there is a story plot for each video game, along with an objective, other than just fighting off “bad guys”, and you get this feeling that you can beat the game so you keep going at it. This was all news to me. I didn’t know video games could be beat.

So I was taking this all in, sociologically thinking about all the youngins, and grown adults, who spend hour after hour in another world, a virtual world.

I could only take so much. We played a few more games of ski ball then bounced to get a vegan pizza and call it a night.

I am working (and working) on submitting a piece for publication. I became obsessed with working on it this past weekend. But I still can’t seem to get it right. I tell myself I will send it in by my birthday in October.

In other news, my coworker went on a quick ramble of puns today. All in the same category. It was pretty damn creative. I was pretty damn envious. I wouldn’t be able to do that in a million years. It’s crazy how differently each human brain works.

Today is also my grandma’s birthday. My dad (her son) sent out a group text to my sister, brother and me this morning:

“Grams bday today.”

No one replied.

Hours later, my mom sent a group text to my sister, brother and me:

“Did anyone call to wish their grandma a happy birthday?! She is 76 years old today!”

Again, no responses.

We’re old enough to know to put it in our calendars. Well that was my reason not to reply. Maybe it’s just one of those things your parents do that you should be appreciative of. I’m a weirdo I guess, I was annoyed.


Solo Nite Out 

It is a weekend plus some without the boyfriend. His brother’s bachelor party calls him to Vegas. Hard working men in need of that Vegas atmosphere I am sure.

As for me, I went out tonight on a Thursday night for the first time by myself in I don’t know how long. Something I enjoy doing, but have not done in quite some time.
Let me tell you how it went:
I looked up my two favorite things to do, near me:
Powell’s book readings
Al’s Den music
After researching both artists, I decided both would be the ideal plan but leaned towards the book reading more.
The author was Nate Dern, a news editor at Funny or Die, reading from his first book, “Not Quite a Genuis”.
So hilarious. He seems like an amazing, funny, successful dude. Check him out.
Prior to, I visited the best happy hour I have come to find in my neck of the woods;
$3 glasses of wine at generous pours. The last time I went in for this happy hour, which was my first time, I was served by an amazing, punkish looking bartender who knew what the fuck he was doing. So of course I went back, considering it is right across the street from the bookstore where the reading took place. The same bartender was not on duty, as I had assumed. But, an older looking gentleman with an Oregonian beard took care of me who, unfortunately and fortunately, had the white wine keg blasted on him, in which he gave me two glasses of wine for the price of $2.50.
In the transition from my first glass to the second, he looked at me and shared, “You are the utmost beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure of serving in my bar.”
I don’t know if it is actually his bar, but I blushed a bit of course, said thank you and told him I was happy to be in “his” bar.
It’s funny, at least to me, because I pace in the apartment and tell myself I don’t need to go out. But I know I want to go out, I know it will be ok if I go out, it will be a good time for myself.  I contemplate the alternative of TV, reading, writing, etc. But, I like getting ready and deciding for myself what the plan is for the night. No one to text or communicate with but myself.

I was not expecting a free glass of wine, I was not expecting such a precious, unforgetting compliment from a bartender, and I was not expecting to write a blog post about the night. But here we are.

I Think I’m Creative

I have yet to thank the guy who told me about Deepak Chopra.
I am 6 songs in on his latest album, “Home”.
If you are not familiar with Deepak Chopra, he is an author, public speaker, and an advocate for alternative medicine. I have been listening to him for over 5 years now, after a friend advised I take a listen during a rough period in my life.
I have listened to him many nights, and many days, whenever I need a calming and meditative state of mind.
Today, I listen to him because my mind is struggling to think of anything other than a recent instance in which I was described as “uncreative”.
Excuse me dude, I carry beer bottles in my cardigan pockets..
So, I am listening to Deepak Chopra whisper magic into my ears and I will follow up from my last post:
I had a job interview, three of them actually and all within the same company. They didn’t choose me, then they did. 
Then, I told my current boss I was leaving, she did not like that idea, so we talked, and I am still with her. (Yay)
I wanted to stay with her all along. We will create!
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” — Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

A Booger That Was Not Picked

I had an interview today. However, I just got a call from the company and they, “decided to pass.”

Am I upset? Yes.

Was it my dream job? No.

So, I ask myself, why am I so upset?

My best answer: I am confused as to what my dream job is. I don’t know what, who, or where I want to dedicate my day to.

Myself? My reading? My researching? My writing? My cooking?

I tell nearly everyone I meet, “going back to school to get a Ph. D is always in the back of my mind.”

So there’s that.

Maybe I am confusing myself. Maybe I am rushing myself.

For now, I will tell myself,  “Goos fra ba.”