Wednesday, February 09, 2005
I dream of…Pizza?
I’ve had these re-occurring dreams that are a little of the wacky side.
First of all, you have to know that I work in a sky-scraper (feels funny to write that.) I work in a large building downtown. It’s fun.
Anyway to the dream…
I work in a large building and this wacky guy works in the basement. He’s actually a mad scientist. He has the white coat and everything. His lab has all the bubbling steaming and foaming test tubes and such in all the crazy colors. (He’s a real person, Evan, and I can’t really figure out why he is a mad scientist in my dream but he is…) Regardless, I find him the basement and he proceeds to tell me about the secret that my company is keeping. The secret is that every day the company buys dozens of pizzas.
These pizzas are stored in the basement on these huge metal racks. The pizzas come in every kind and style you can imagine. The company gets all of these pizzas “just in case” but most of the time they are never eaten.
Last time I had this dream it was just me and Evan. This time there was someone else in the dream. Only this time I was helping this person to find the “pizza.” (Side note, I have been trying to get this person’s resume because they insist that they want a new job…)
Regardless, I’ve been dreaming of pizza a lot.
After the pizza dream I had this crazy dream where I was eating a donut. It wasn’t just any donut, it was filled with fresh peach filling and coated in sugar. It was so good I woke up trying to think of where I could find such a donut…
On another note:
Wonder Kitty has been at it again.
The other night I had some candles lit. She proceeded to set her tail on fire. I grabbed her and made sure the fire didn’t spread. She jumped from my arms in a huff, very irritated that I bothered her. Then she smelled something funny. She started to circle herself, like she could almost figure out where the smell was coming from but not quite. I started laughing, it was so funny!
Yeah, wonder kitty isn’t the smartest, but she sure it cute 
Monday, February 07, 2005
Today is
It’s Monday.
It’s the first Monday with out my boss. Except that it wasn’t totally without her. I had to get some stuff off her hard drive that she left behind. So there were phone calls, messages exchanged and niceties expressed. I hate being so superficial when all I really want to do is dance around in her oh so empty office. Oh well.
After I spent about an hour transferring files and stuff I began cleaning out the stuff she left behind. So many files, so much junk. I got almost all of it cleaned out. There are a few more files to clean out tomorrow, but for the most part all traces of her are gone.
And I have a new boss. The guy we hired not so long ago is now my new boss. Turns out he has been pretty miserable too. We are both relieved that she has moved on. She was unhappy and therefore the rest of us were too.
So, new boss in place and I am waiting to see what happens. I don’t figure there will be any changes in my job for two or three weeks. We will see. The new guy has expressed some ideas that sound pretty spiffy, he knows all about my frustrations and where I would like to go with my career. I am tentatively placing some faith in him.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
It’s Official
It’s official - I am a bachelorette.
It’s taken almost seven years for me to finally reach this point. The point where there is no viable food in my fridge, no stock pile of canned goods in the cupboard, no munchies any where, but it has happened. I don’t know when, but it has happened. “Eating In” now consists of having to go to the grocery store for something to fix. And I rarely do it. I know so many cheap places to grab a bite, I almost feel bad for forcing myself to use the pots and pans I bought with such enthusiasm 5 years ago.
Instead of feeling bad about this, I feel free. I no longer feel forced to cook. I don’t feel like a slave to my kitchen, not that I ever really did. I know how to cook and I am pretty good at it when I choose to be. I have prepared some great meals in my time. I just don’t have to anymore. And I am just fine with that.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Well, that was a bad idea…
Before I left Colorado I went to the tattered cover bookstore. It’s this HUGE bookstore, at least 5 levels of books. It’s a book lover’s paradise. Along with books of every description, a coffee shop and lots of comfy chairs, there are lists. Every section has their own lists of books, top twenty this, top fifty that, it’s amazing. I never knew there were so many different types of lists.
I happened upon the Modern Library’s 100 Best Novels of the 20th Century for fiction. I picked up the list, noticed the authors on it and decided, “Hey I should read EVERY NOVEL on this list!”
Yeah
So I started picking up novels. I asked for them for holidays, birthdays; want to pick something up for me? How ‘bout a novel from my list? I would dive wholeheartedly into one of these novels.
I started to notice a theme. The theme came to me in the back of my mind and for some reason I couldn’t put my finger on, I stopped reading these novels and started reading supermarket paperbacks. I needed a diversion. So I stopped reading off the list for awhile.
Lately I have decided to start reading off the list again. So I went to a used bookstore and picked up a couple novels. One of the novels was “A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Flannery O’Connor. I didn’t really read much about the book, I knew it was a collection of short stories written by a woman. I thought, what a title! It might be a fun read!
I couldn’t have been MORE mistaken. The collection of short stories grew more and more disturbing with every page. Each story was worse then the one before. I had to put the book down and not finish the remainder of the stories as I could feel depression starting to sweep over me.
I started another book. “The Moviegoer” by Walker Percy. It started out much better. It was almost a fun read. Almost.
I have started to notice something. These great novels of the 20th century are horribly depressing. No wonder you have to be a great literary mind to read them. Great literary minds are the only ones that can wade through all the depressing scenes and situations to see the underlying symbolism (which is usually something about society and how it is falling apart.)
I haven’t given up on all of the novels yet. There are still a few that I want to read. But I think I will put the list away and forget about my silly idea. If I am going to read 100 novels, I at least want to feel better when I am done.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Updates
Updates people!
Day two of my new running experiment has gone well. I was only slightly sore yesterday. Today I was able to go two blocks further. Honestly I am not pushing it. I don’t want to. I just want to feel better. So far, it’s good. I found something out on Monday though. Running down the streets of Ballard early after a weekend can leave you feeling a little queasy. They collect trash on Monday. And they need to. They really need to.
The boss leaves on Friday. I’m trying to hide my enthusiasm for her departure. I know there are several people who will miss her. I am not one of them. I have kept the celebratory dancing at home. She did sign my transfer request. I honestly did not think she would. Unfortunately the group I applied with doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers and are now afraid to interview me. Great. Now I have a meeting scheduled with the “Big Boss” to discuss my goals and aspirations. Mainly that I would like the use the brain in my head before it all turns to mush and runs out my ears. We will see how that goes.
I never thought it would be so hard to just work for a living.
That’s about all the news for today. I am going to work with L on setting up another part of this web for my writing. I do a lot of creative writing, poetry and stuff, and would love to share that as well as my blog.
As you wake in the morning
What do you feel?
Does a rush of happiness
wash over you when,
Suddenly, you realize you are alive?
