Archive for March, 2005

today

today started out brilliantly sunny. but now its raining lightly, or “spitting” as my cute mom would say.

i have been spending part of the day making my fave cottage cheese pancakes and observing what kind of wildlife the rice and potatoes i put out on the deck is attracting. turns out crows, squirrels and the occasional monstrously huge seagull sure like the complex carbs.

which reminds me of one of my favorite lines in television history, when brad pitt guest starred on a thanksgiving episode of friends and played this former high school geek who hated rachel. turns out brad’s character used to be fat in high school but was superhot now. when rachel walked into the apartment carrying her contribution to dinner – sweet potatoes – brad scowled and said to ross, “my two worst enemies: rachel green and complex carbohydrates.” classic stuff right there, people!

i put some of the early, throw-away pancakes out on the deck for the wildlife because the sun is strongly shining again. the most frequent deck visitor is the squirrel i have named “lonnie” after a character on scrubs. yikes, another tv reference. i think that makes me a loser.

its now raining steadily out there. but fear not, i will go to the gym this afternoon, before i spend the evening watching disk 2 of the first season of alias. oops. tv reference #3. its official.

i flip another pancake and decide to name the giant seagull “skeletor” after he-man’s intimidating nemesis. (reference #4!) since the various crows who come to feast all pretty much look the same, i just call them “the poes.” i can’t decide if the name is very clever or way too predictable.

i wave to the mailman, with whom i am on a first name basis. he is impressed that we are from los angeles. as if!

when i go on the bathroom to apply some chap stick, i am reminded of how i accidentally got kicked in the mouth yesterday at our thai boxing class.

now it has abruptly stopped raining. time to go and put out leftover turkey burgers on the deck. (although i am partly hesitant about giving lonnie and skelator a taste for meat. especially skelator, who is approximately the size of our bathroom.)

the day is still not sure what it wants to do. rain or shine? i think i am off to the gym. but rob may need me to be here to fix him a snack while he works in the downstairs office. and i am recovering from a boxing injury.

perhaps i will spend a few hours reading the new seattle magazine restaurant issue. i am obsessed with restaurants. dunno what i will do. its goin’ around.

no parkin’ on the dance floor

is this the complaint department?

after nearly two years of marriage, i have just this afternoon discovered that i have been living with someone who used to answer to the dancing moniker of “shock rocker”.

perhaps not surprisingly, shock rocker was in cahoots with someone who called himself “dr. glide”. at press time, where dr. glide actually earned his phd in glideology is unknown. and questionable. Swing3-2

i have yet to see any proof that my husband can, indeed, deliver a shockin’ dosage of rockin’ on the cardboard dance floor. but perhaps its the cruel hand of fate or irony that someone who used to answer to the name of shock rocker won’t take swing classes with his dance -starved wife. like he should have any dancing dignity left after spending the 80’s with that moniker.

i will get back with you if he can live up to his old alias. or if all he does is some parkin’ on the dance floor. let me just dig up some old school jams and stand around with my arms crossed in front of me like this.

or maybe like this instead.

Breakin-Gang

or perhaps we can have ozone, turbo and the gang over for some reminiscing.

no matter how it goes, i’m sure there will be a freakshow on the dancefloor.

diary of an angry interviewee

let me start off by saying that the first step in participating in a successful interview is being prepared.

this goes not only for the interviewee, but the interviewer. this mean that, if i have scheduled to take time out of my day and drive to your shoddy, depressing little office, you should show me the courtesy of learning at least my first name ahead of time. and you should also make a point to remember this name after i have repeated it several times, avoiding the already awkward scenario of introducing me to your self important and poorly dressed co-workers.

while you are at it, you really should be able to secure a copy of my resume from the files of your archaic computer or your messy desk, especially after five minutes of searching while i just sit there and try not to stare.

let me go on to say that my tips for your improvement do not stop there.

as you may or may not be aware, its the year 2005 and we have costco and computers. the latter belonging in particular to those who sit behind desks and run companies. in fact, you can even get computers at costco. maybe it would be a good idea to at least buy everyone who will be conducting interviews an old broken screen that sits on their desk. this would convey the illusion of some sort of technical finess to those who sit across from them. it may help in the credibility department.

(if you had a computer hidden beneath your desk for some reason, please accept my apologies for my error.)

my final tip is by far the most important one. when discussing salary levels, its not a good idea to chuckle and reveal that you intend to pay whomever is unfortunate and desperate enough to have to work with you “”as little as possible.”” chances are, the candidate sitting across from you who skipped the gym in order to meet with you will not chuckle back.

ah. i feel so much better already. its amazing what a little sarcastic criticism can do. except that i am totally serious.

i suppose you could turn around and write about me in your blog. about how i should bring a copy of my resume with me on interviews. and more importantly, how i shouldn’t write articles like this because seattle is a small town. and you would have two very good points. thanks. it feels good to give you a little encouragement after the beating you just took.

(update: i was actually offered this job. WTF???)

piercings and pigtails

almost everyone in seattle is unreal friendly. except the chick who cut rob’s hair in fremont yesterday. it was bound to happen in my sweet new city sooner or later.

after weeks of debating where to get his prized hair cut, rob inexplicably settled on a local barbershop. (trust me, not his style.)

the trouble started as we opened the door into the tiny shop. turns out there is no where to go but down when you piss off a roomful of strangers by bringing cold air in with you.

while being glared at by the small but fierce crowd, i dragged my eyes up from the floor to be greeted by a giant pierced man who was a dead ringer for hagrid from harry potter.

thankfully, hagrid was very nice. so rob put his name on the waiting list and we turned around to discover there was no where to sit, or even stand, without getting in anyones way. so, with all eyes still on us, we spent a few uncomfortable seconds bumping into each other like those fake ducks that you shoot at at the carnival, in an attempt to suss out where to stand. it was if all the awkwardness of being the least popular kid in middle school had been bottled up and poured over our heads at that moment. when did i suddenly get so goofy and gangly? i finally gave up trying to make myself inconspicuous and went for a walk up the street to find out if this supercool furniture place was hiring.

they werent.

the entire town was against me.

when i returned to the barbershop to tell rob the bad news, he was being tended to by a thick biker chick who was heavily covered with tattoos and piercings. in other words, my complete opposite. the kind of she-man who hates silly girls like me. why had i picked today to wear my hair in pigtails?

when i snuck into the corner of her station to talk to rob, she immediately cornered me like a doomed cockroach in her tidy little kitchen. with flying arms for emphasis and the fiery eyes of satan she said loudly, “you are NOT ALLOWED in this area!!”

so i scuffled off just like the cockroach i apparently was, trying to get out of her way before i did anything else to ruin her life.

what i really could have used right then was a warm bear hug from hagrid. but if i approached him, who’s to say he wouldn’t eat me alive? it was that kind of place. i sheepishly told rob i would talk with him later, and left that place in shame for the second time that day. i sat outside and sulked.

rob had an even worse experience, being stuck in her chair of mockery and domination for a full 15 minutes. turns out she hated him, too. and probably sunshine, puppies and God. everything rob said was met with contempt. worst of all, she took it out on his hair. i think she lopped it all off to put in her evening witches brew. hopefully it should grow back in about 8-10 months.

as rob and i were analyzing her meanness over lunch, the intimidating hagrid walked into the diner.

when i looked up, he gave me a warm smile, as if to say, welcome to my world… you’re lucky you’re only visiting.