Day Three: TMI

The catered lunches from the restaurant that I love so much gives me horrible gas. Oh well, at least that'll deter me from buying lunch. I also figured out that they save the fancy food (like perhaps their fancy health standards) for the real restaurant. Sigh.

More training today, nothing exciting. I realized that I'm glad I'm no longer someone's assistant. Don't have to route phone calls, order lunches, arrange meetings...I was looking at a job posting to see if I was missing out on anything, and I really wasn't.

I did a mail merge today and it made me think of my first office job where I did mail merges all the fricking time. (If you don't know what they are, trust me, it's trivial.) Aw, feeling affection for Microsoft Word functions. I really need to get out more.

It's stupid cold in the mornings, and I know it'll just get worse. My car barely warms up by the time I park, poor thing. I watch the bikers strain uphill on the way home, and I'm glad I don't have to put up with that crap anymore. Hooray for the health nuts, at least I'm warm and will be more protected when some crazy broadsides me.

Oh, whoops. Earthquake near my grandparents' home yesterday. I should email them. I always feel guilty when I find out about these things late.

Ah, and Happy Halloween. We celebrated tonight by making a baked mac n' cheese and lounging around. Three trick-or-treaters stopped by, and luckily I saw them as they were puzzling over the three doorbells. Kind of a letdown, but hey. My first American Halloween in four years!

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Day Two

Today I learned more stuff. Feels pretty good to be working, but it's a lot to process. I wish it weren't so cold outside, otherwise I'd take a walk around the block to break up the monotony. I miss being in the retail core, where I could go shoe browsing at Nordstrom's next door.

I read a list of spelling, punctuation, and capitalization notes written specifically for this business. It made me feel more at home. Sometimes I see a spelling error, and I want to correct it.

I do miss my last office though. Example: team meeting today, I sat in the cube and read the company website for an hour and a half. (It was suggested I do it, but it really is useful.) In the last office, on my second day, I was in the team meeting, even though I was only supposed to be there for two weeks. On the fourth day, I went to a luncheon as part of that office team. Oh well. I can't have it all. At least I'm not endlessly scanning crap or taking notes about leaks and blackouts.

G is currently burning through Harry Potter 6. Cuts into hanging out time, but it's better than Dice Wars. Or one of the six or seven other games he's playing.

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Serendipitous

My cubemate is going to get her wisdom teeth removed in the building I used to work in. I'm going to give her a note to drop off at my old office, to freak them out.

Impressions Day One: Everyone is great, lunch is catered by a restaurant I know and like, commute is surface streets, 20 minutes in the morning, 10 in the evening. I wish I could take the bus, but it's too much of a hassle--a transfer, or a long walk past the freeway on-ramps where the bums hang out. The manager doesn't care about me keeping super strict hours, and temps are usually hired after an interim period. My computer monitor is bigger than my TV at home. My photo ID doesn't look nearly as haggard as the last one I took (in Tokyo, hungover and shell-shocked). I'm excited about what I get to learn tomorrow, even though my brain has barely processed what I learned today. I signed an 11-page non-disclosure agreement, so I've probably said too much already Do Not Do Bad Things On Our Computers agreement, and I wanted to share the news.

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Tonight for dinner...

We had GwynWong's meatloaf. Didn't take pictures, sorry. It was great, and someday we'll have a more complete spice collection that will make the meatloaf even better. Mmm.

Two bits of trivia: G can't remember the last time he had ketchup, and the last time he had meatloaf was with GwynWong. While I can't remember the last time I had meatloaf (probably at home, maybe even high school), I almost felt ashamed that I had been craving something comforting--and dare I say it, trashy--like that. I like ketchup on my eggs, but I never thought that was weird.

Now I'm full and meat coma-ed (2 pounds of meat is a lot!) with not much to say. Oh, except that my family is okay and the friends that evacuated are pretty sure their house is okay.

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24 little hours

Sorry I haven't written. It got to the point where small life observations weren't interesting anymore, and I wanted to wait until something bigger happened. So here I am.

Yesterday I went in for an interview for a temp job. Well, more like a "temp with full intentions to hire but first we're going to cover our asses and make sure you fit here" job. (Actually, the guy who was interviewing me asked what the temp agency told me, because he didn't know. He just told them to put whatever they put last time. Hah.) I'm actually okay with temp-to-hire positions. In fact, I wish more jobs were like that, where you can try it out, see if you like it, and if you don't, you can leave after three months without it really blemishing your work history. Or maybe it does, I don't know.

Anyway.

So I went to the interview, and it was okay. I'm not that interested in the job, other than the fact that it paid more than the last one. (Hey, I'm a temp, I'll take what I can get.) It's got a crappy commute over a floating bridge, which *shuts down* if it gets too windy (which is a legitimate concern), and the traffic just sucks in general. Sucks almost to Angelino standards. For example, yesterday I left at 9:40am, in the rain, and it took me 45 minutes to drive 10 miles. On the way home at 10:30am, it took 17. Almost all of it was freeway driving.

The interview went okay. I know I slipped in a few places, but like I said, not that concerned. They seemed eager to hire someone, so I'd probably get the job. I went home feeling sorry for myself because I felt like I was settling, even though I don't have a clear idea of what I want. Eventually I gave in and decided to stop being lame about it. Maybe it'll be interesting. At least I'll learn something new. Paying rent and saving up until I know what I want is good, right?

Well, as I was getting ready for bed last night, I noticed I had a voice mail. Missed call at 4pm. Whoops. Turns out the voice mail is from a woman who works for the temp agency at a company that I applied for (through the temp agency) *six months ago*. (Companies have in-house temp agency workers? Crazy.)

I called her this morning, an hour ago. She's looking to fill a position, no interview necessary, am I interested? (Hell yes.) Well great. Call the temp agency's main office and work out the details.

Details worked out, I start Monday. It happened so quickly I kept stalling when I was talking to the temp agency, convinced that I had overlooked something, that maybe the job is terrible (doubtful) or there's a high turnover rate (nope, most people are hired after their contract is up).

So in a 24-hour period, I interviewed with one company, and got hired by another. Crazy, huh? I'm still overwhelmed, but mostly I'm just deeply relieved that I'm going back to work. And that I can pay my rent. ::good sigh::

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Volunteering is cool.

Hey D, get this: G and I met this guy while hanging a giant kimono at City Hall. Lived a few years in Japan, did some eikaiwa, did some other teaching job, and has done most of the 88 (temple pilgrimage in Shikoku). And he invited us over for a movie tonight. We watched After Life, which was pretty awesome. Makes me want to watch more movies. Too bad this guy is going to Japan for a month to buy tea or something. (That's his business, selling tea wholesale.)

Oh right, and why should D be interested? He did the Tokushima leg of the 88 in *ONE DAY*. ONE DAY! He never saw the porno shack, and probably didn't stop to take pictures, but he did it in a day, on foot. Wearing geta. (wooden sandals, or until they wore out and he went barefoot.) That's hardcore man.

He'll finish up someday, so if anyone over there is interested in meeting this guy, let me know. He's pretty decent.

ONE DAY! Man.

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Too late, it's gone.

Here I present the Safe Beige Couch. I intend to get some bright stuff...eventually. But for now, I can breathe easier, knowing that I won't clash horribly every time I sit on my couch. Good thing I rarely wear khaki.

The other pictures show the well-dressed Target bench, G's new desk, and our white TV on our white TV stand. Opinions, anyone?

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Color Shock. (Or, D would be proud.)

Hello goldfish! Hello kid with eye!

So we went to Ikea again. Went yesterday, went the week before. G now has a desk, some drawers, and he also bought the sofa. Man. The Sofa. I'm grateful he put the money down for it, but to be honest, I'm in shock. Yes, I chose the color (only after much agonizing), yes I was hopeful that it would work, but now...it's just so damn red. Everything else is neutral, because I hadn't committed to colors yet. (I have blue accessories because I was hoping to go for teals and browns.) Even G was nice and bought a lighter colored desk because I'm afraid that dark furniture will make the room feel smaller.

So, people who have been pestering me about posting, what do you think? Am I just freaking out, or is it really too dominating? It's not the most pleasant red. I took a lot of pictures to try and capture this. Leans just a bit towards orange. Or is it okay, and I just need more red friendly accessories? Here's the web page. I'm leaning towards something nice and safe like beige. That would play much nicer with my teal pillow cases that I love:

The big pillow is a zabuton and will live on the floor. The small pillow I just love.

Yep, the recliner's still there. Just might stay there too.

There's G's J-textbook in the corner. He's taking one class so far, from 11:30-12:20, every day.
How's that for inconvenient?

And if it really is a bad idea, no guilt about that. We can exchange the cover (the couch stays, dammit--I want that couch) because we have to return a tv stand. There are two sizes of that particular tv stand, and we got the larger one. 66". Bleh.

On a happier note, G splurged on some LEDs that pleasantly fade from color to color. He's thinking about pimping out the kitchen, or maybe the living room, or heck, both. They're like grown-up Christmas lights, and I love them.

So I'm imploring you, (all three or four of you), help me. Make me feel better or convince me to change it. Right now I'm just uncomfortable about it. Sad.

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