Alarm, You Are Making A Powerful Enemy

I wore a dirty shirt on my first day of work and had three cups of coffee. I'm out of practice with the hustle and bustle and waking up during AM hours. Really, my alarm is now my least favorite object. For the first half of the day someone was telling me information that I was supposed to remember. It was overwhelming. I was trained by a girl who has black straight hair and bangs and wore a red and white polka dot button up. She reminded me of Minnie Mouse, which incidentally has now become her behind-the-back nickname. There is a stove and oven in our office which seems like a glaring fire hazard. In the mornings, people make cherry tomato and spinach omelets. I eat a granola bar with pure jealousy. Two works days in and I'm pretty much already having a love affair with this job. I made the call and I'm now being considered for full time employment as receptionist at IPM. Hello mega-big pay check! This will be the first time in my life I've had a grown up, 40-hour week, can't take time off whenever I want job. Am I finally taking my first tenuous steps into the real world??

The police made a special appearance at my home Friday morning. I was woken up at 6 am by a knock and a badge. It was a very heart-stopping way to face the day. Luckily the police's interest was in Adam. And most specifically why his truck was in the middle of Garfield Street. The driver side door was open and it had rolled back blocking through traffic. Apparently it was the handy work of a petty thief. Someone broke into his truck and stole his skateboard and penny tray. If you ask me, Mr. Stickyfingers made out like a bandit! The effort and risk was clearly worth a board and loose change.

Saturday night, Bryan/Lizzy, Ben and I went to the Hollywood district for drinks and to watch Michele Gondry's newest film (director of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), with a guest appearance by Michele Gondry himself. At the bar I had a beer that tasted like raspberry juice and at the theater Ben stepped on Michel Gondry's foot. After seeing his two hour, home video documentary, I wish Ben had crushed his foot. It was tortuously dull. At least I had over-garliced popcorn and junior mints!

Please, Come Back To Me

Has it really been a month?! I'm the worst. Really, there is no excuse for my lapse in updates. A list of reasons: birthday week-long celebration which included pie, the cheese and mushroom kind, Dallas, mani/pedis, job searching/temping/failing at yet another group interview, a friend in town, hiking at Latourell Falls, picnic, drama at prom, late night food carts, Monopoly and wine, a car towed, summer school, Red Dead Redemption, reading, and Dexter (season 1 and 2). Okay, I know. None of those are sufficient reasons to turn my back on my blog. In fact, most of my sundry list of reasons have blog mention potential, except Dexter. Wait, no. Even Dexter should have a place.

Here's my proposition: I will never go on a month-long, no writing hiatus again. Fair?

I start temping tomorrow at a company called Income Property Management. I'm going to put on my blue collar and get back to the old bump and grind. I am filling in as receptionist while the company interviews to fill the position full time. I'm thinking if I enjoy the company I might submit my resume into the mix as well. I'll be working downtown about three blocks away from Ben's office. So carpooling and lunch dates. Did I mention the hours yet? 8:15-5:15. That means I'll be waking up almost a full nights sleep earlier than I'm used to. Coffee coffee coffee, please!!

It looks like our Memorial Day camping weekend in ZigZag has been canceled due to the most lovely weather that Oregon has been having. Portland has decided summer is passe and thinks winter is the hippest of all seasons. Gotta love those cold, rainy days we've been having. So, our trip has been postponed. We all agreed that the sun is a big part of a camping weekend. Speaking of, where is that sun? I'm guessing it's gone on a month-long, no shine hiatus. What a jerk.