Every day is exactly the same

So I took your advice (all 2 or 3 of you) and didn’t call him. I have to admit I was slightly bitter and may have bitched about him to anybody that would listen but other than that I’m fine. I feel rather ambivalent actually.

Anyways, he called this past Saturday and I was shocked. The first words out of his mouth were “Happy Birthday!”

Too bad my birthday was a week away. I guess it’s the thought that counts??? I let him know he was a bit early but thanked him all the same. We then did a little catching up and he even had the gall to make a comment about me not calling him. Well, I threw out a little attitude right then and there and said “Excuse me? What were my last words to you? I said ‘Let me know you got down there’ and you didn’t even do that.” So I kind of feel good for getting that out. We’ll see if he calls again.

 

So, San Francisco was great. I only had some minor work troubles but nothing I couldn’t explain away. On coming back to work my boss pulled me to the side and asked if I wanted to do Field Service full time. This means 50% travel (probably more), a raise and fixing broken instruments. I’m seriously thinking about it but I would give them a two year time limit because I can’t travel forever. I also think the job would help me get over things like talking to strangers, making phone calls and eating alone. In fact I’ll probably end up bettering myself. I think I should do it.

 

Here are some pics:

Shh, I’m working….

in San Francisco!

I’m traveling again to install our new product and I finally have internet on the job site. So now instead of picking at my fingernails between tests, I can roam the internet like I was born to to. You may think that I don’t really work at work but I do.

So, San Francisco is beautiful and I could definitely see myself living here. It’s a little windy but I don’t have to live on the bay. I might choose the Stanford area or perhaps Napa Valley, we’ll see. Yeah, we’ll see if I can afford it. It’s ass expensive out here.

While I’m at the job sites, my sister has been exploring the city. I think she’s seen just about everything. However, the one thing she is most proud of is……….drumroll please…….(just do it in your head, I don’t know how to type it)…………….the fact that she has mastered public transportation!

Yes my friends, my sister can ride the bus. She’s not retarded or anything, it’s just that where we grew up, public transportation did not exist. Oh and every time she gets on a random bus she ends up in Chinatown, I told her it’s her destiny.

I have taken tons of pictures but didn’t bring my camera cable so you’ll have to wait until I get back to see them.

 

I have a problem/question that I need your help with. So, said boy two posts ago has been gone for a week and I have not heard from him even though I told him to let me know he made it safely. Now I know he has been online and I’m sure he has access to a phone. Do I wait for him to message or call me? Or should I just send a quick email asking if he’s still alive?? Help. I don’t want to seem like the needy girl but it would be nice to hear something from him.

2 Days in a row?!?!

I must be sick. No, I just actually have stuff to talk about.

I was sick last week though, in fact I was sick on and off for like 5 weeks. What makes it worse is that I infected my coworkers but they only got the sniffles when I had ebola. I almost died. Not really but I did almost puke and pass out in the shower. Exciting.

 

I realized yesterday that I mention Molly a lot in my blog. You guys must think I only have one friend. Well I don’t. I actually have several. I just don’t talk to them as often as I talk to Molly, which is lot’s everyday. We email all day long at work and talk about random gross things. It’s good times.

 

Tomorrow I leave for San Francisco for work. I’m installing our new product at Stanford (oooooh). Now I hate traveling for work because I don’t like eating by myself. So, this time I convinced my sister to join me. While I’m working she’ll be enjoying all that San Fran has to offer but at least I won’t have to eat take-out or at a table by myself. I’m also planning on meeting my future husband who happens to be rich on the campus. He’ll obviously have to move back to MA with me because I’m a New England girl at heart.

Oh god

First, let me say that I don’t think I can navigate the new WordPress. They went and changed everything on me but I guess it’s my own fault for not posting in so long.

 So, remember this past fall when my bestest friends in the whole world visited my office for like 4 weeks?? Yeah, you know, the HVAC guys. Well they’re back. And they’re still staring. As Molly put it, they are my nemeis! I despise them and they are a nuisance.

I get it, you think I’m cute (that’s an assumption but it sounds good) and you like my big boobs but do you have to stare every time you walk by?? Pretty soon I’m going to shout “NO I will not go out with you and NO I will not show you my boobs!” Jeez.

 

So, the boy I’ve been hanging out with for the past 5 months left for Maryland today. He’s working there this summer and might move to Orlando after. Needless to say, I probably won’t see him ever again. I have to admit that I am sad. Everyone says I’m allowed to be sad but I’m struggling with it. I don’t know exactly why I am feeling this way.

I know he’s not my soulmate and probably could never give me what I truely want, so really it’s not a big loss. But at the same time I’ve seen him every weekend for the past 5 months! I’m so used to his company that I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself now. I think that’s what it is. I’m going to miss the companionship. Because I’m feeling generous, here are some pictures of us, you might recognize one from an earlier blog:

 

 Yeah, we never take very serious pictures. And I’m way too cute for him (I’m just trying to make myself feel better). I guess when all is said and done, I know I deserve better and I know he’s out there somewhere. But I’m still going to be sad until tomorrow. I’m only giving myself a few days because I leave for San Francisco on Saturday for a week and I don’t want to be sad then.

It’s the final countdown….

Really it isn’t but the song is in my head so I decided to make it my title. In fact, it has nothing to do with what I’m going to write about. Very decieving on my part.

At this present juncture I really only have two things to write about and I think they’re fairly funny. I could complain about work but I do enough of that at work so I’ll save you.  Here’s what I have:

Very recently something interesting was brought to my attention. It seems that when I’m arguing with someone my favorite comeback is “I’ll fart on you!” Okay I really only use that with my roommate Jill and the other day after saying this to her she said, “I think you really do want to fart on me.” I had to pause for a few minutes because did I really want to fart on her??

The answer was no, it’s rather repulsive to fart on someone but I did figure out why I say it. If I was to say “I’ll kick your ass,” she probably wouldn’t take me seriously and who knows if I could even kick her ass. However, the threat of farting on someone is a little more real. I mean, what’s going to stop me from parking my ass on her leg and letting one loose??? Nothing. And the best part is that it can happen at any time! Whenever I feel those gas pangs I can just walk up to her and let it fly. So let this be a warning to you, I can and will fart on you if provoked.

Because I’m so fashionable (not) I went out and bought a vest. Yes, a vest. I like it, it’s something different. I’ve worn it three times so far and have gotten a range of comments/compliments. For example, “it’s cute” and “it really shows off your hourglass figure” (yes, a guy said this). However, my favorite comment by far has been from my sarcastic but loveable coworker. Upon walking into work the other day, he looks me up and down and says “hey, the ’80’s called, they want their vest back.” I was slightly taken aback but it was damn funny, especially since he wears flannel shirts every day. Umm, hello, grunge is out and has been for 15 years or so.

Because I like you, here is a picture of me in the vest:

And in the great words of Miss Molly, “Who are you? You’re wearing a vest AND bangles???”

“I’m the customer. I win, you lose.”

That’s my new favorite quote that I’m going to try to use everyday in every context. It was said by my roommate Jill in her heated discussion with the folks at Comcast. Let’s just say she’s right and they’re wrong.

So, I’m back for good from all my travels and it feels so good. I never thought I would miss home and the States so much. It’s a wonderful thing to sleep in your own bed, to shower in your own shower and to eat cheerios whenever you want. I believe cheerios was the thing I missed the most. I eat them every morning with fresh strawberries. Oh and just being able to drink regular coffee was great; those Italians take their espresso way too seriously.

Now coming home wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The day after I got home I had to rush to the hospital and say goodbye to my grandmother. Yeah, watching someone die isn’t the best homecoming and it really fucks with your head. I think I was an emotional mess all of last week but I’ve been talking to lots of people and it’s helped just to tell the story. This past Sunday I was really happy though. After much thought as to why, I narrowed down the reasons to three:

1) My roommate was home so I no longer had to sit in the apartment alone.

2) I got to spend some good quality time with my other set of grandparents (and I made sure to tell them they could never die)

3) I got a new haircut.

While I like all 3 of these reasons, I think it was the new haircut that made me happy. I was styled perfectly and was nice and bouncy. I looked good. And of course now I can’t style it like the hairdresser did so it’s kind of blah. I need to work on my girly skills.

That’s all I have for now but here are some pictures from Italy:

Right on

Well, Seattle was nice for the 2 days I was there. Actually, I could picture myself living there, it reminds me of Boston. A cleaner, less chaotic Boston but Boston nonetheless. I will have to go back in the summer when it will be nicer to walk the city streets, now it’s just a bit windy.

So the other day in San Diego I tried to flat iron my ear. Yeah, that didn’t work so well and hurt like a bitch. I just now picked the scab (too much info, I know) and it’s bleeding a lot. I might bleed out and die from my head wound. Maybe not.

Yeah….I don’t remember what I was going to write about today. Sorry. I’m disappointed in myself too, especially since I have no new pictures either.

Oh by the way, my mom knows about this blog now. She thinks I’m funny. However, this means no nasty or inapproriate comments, okay? Well maybe just a few, I guess we could talk in code.

And now for something completely different…

No, not really. I’m going to talk about the same old stuff. Like how out of place I feel in California. I just don’t have that Mexican influenced punk look. I’m so not fashionable here. In fact, I feel like a Banana Republic model.

Anyways, I forgot to tell you something really funny that occurred yesterday. So, before WP and I went to lunch at OTB, we stopped at Best Buy to stock up on some computer accessories. The girl at the check-out counter was really nice and talkative and as she was putting our stuff in the bag she said “I miss Heath Ledger!”

Random.

At no point had I mentioned him and I wasn’t quite sure how to reply to this. Should I have apologized for her loss??? Of course I didn’t and I instead giggled. My coworker and I are still laughing about it now, it’s our catch phrase for the trip.

Today I finally got to visit the beach! It was cold and windy but I was there. Even though I don’t really fit in here, it would be wicked nice to wake up and walk down the beach every day. Also, the Buick Invitational is happening here this weekend and we drove by the driving range and may or may not have seen Tiger Woods.

Our hotel is right near the beach and in theory this is great. However, it’s not the best quality place and I was okay with this until I read the “Safety Tips” on the back of my bathroom door. Yeah, I don’t want to stay here much longer:

And if things couldn’t get any better….I have taken some more pictures for your enjoyment. Pay close attention to the last one, it’s pretty awesome!

I was dressed so inappropriately for the beach.

The rental car after a night of drinking beer and sake. WP backed into a pole so we had to buy a new tail light assembly and fix things.

And yes, I am a 15 year old boy.

California dreams…

I’m in San Diego. It only took me about 28 hours of traveling (okay, some of those hours were spent in the airports) but I’m here. I think I’m cursed with bad luck when it comes to flying or maybe it’s just this trip. Either way it sucks. Oh and I got the extra security treatment in both the German and Chicago airports. Both me and my laptop got patted down. Apparently I look like a terrorist. Actually, I would like to think it was just the pissed off look I had on my face the entire day. They saw it and wanted to make my day that much worse.

I’m finally not traveling alone and I’m very happy about that. I actually have somebody to talk to and to eat with. Ah, how I find pleasure with the little things in life.  I’m traveling with the same man (WP) who lost his passport and ditched me in France. He’s very apologetic about that and I feel I’ll be able to milk that for a long time. For example, I got to choose where we ate lunch today. Seeing how we’re in Southern Cali and so close to Mexico, I decided to get Mexican grub. We drove around for a bit and finally found a place……..On The Border! Yes I love that restuarant and while it’s not exactly real Mexican, it’s still good stuff.

Tonight however, we’re going to visit downtown San Diego and eat at a sushi restuarant that came with high recommendations. I love sushi and this joint better be good. 

Bonjour!

So you might be jealous because I’m in France but don’t be. So far it’s been a fairly shitty trip. Where do I begin?

Okay, how about when I left for France. You see, on my way to the airport on Saturday I found out I would be travelling alone because my coworker lost his passport. Great.

I was shocked at first but eventually got over it because I realized I was a big girl and should be able to handle stuff like this. So the actually travelling wasn’t that bad, just long and tiring. WP, the coworker with the lost passport, was very apologetic and went out of his way to make sure everything was set for me in France.

However, even he could not forsee that my luggage would be left in Chicago while I travelled to Lyon. Yeah, my bags did not go around the luggage carousel and I had a mini break down. I’m not proud but what was I to do? I was exhausted and wanted fresh clothes and to not smell. And, I wasn’t originally supposed to go on this trip so the mini-breakdown was warrented.

Anyways, WP made the arragements for me to stay at the Hilton, they are wonderful by the way because they let me check in early. Upon getting to the hotel I took a much needed nap and then bravely ventured to the hotel restaurant for some grub. I had to eat alone and I’m fairly sure everyone was making fun of me but the food was good. I had duck breast with foie gras and a sweet potato tart thingy.

 When I was strolling through the lobby to the elevators I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I did a double-take and saw it was my bags!!! I could clean myself and I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I was at the moment.

So, my travel woes are over (hopefully, I still have to get back to the US) and now begins the problems at the job site. I’m not going to get into it because it will bore you but let’s just say it sucks the big one.

Because I know you want pictures, here are some of my view from the hotel and of my breakfast this morning (I love room service!):

As you can all see, I haven’t got to see much in Lyon. Hopefully tomorrow I will get out.

Oh and if you couldn’t tell, I ordered some All Bran for breakfast. Apparently in my sleep deprived state I decided I needed fiber. I didn’t and I still don’t.