December 2006

Happy New Year

2007 will be arriving any moment and I haven't even prepared the guest room. I guess it'll be sleeping on the floor again.

Here's Your Thought, I Didn't Have Time to Wrap It

Ho, ho, ho... jingle, jingle... and other, more intellectual, holiday sentiments. What a great Christmas season it's been for me. My move to SF has been a tremendous gift to myself as has the opportunity to spend so much time with my friends in the area (and I even have a few friends who aren't named Mike or some variation thereof). Another great thing about the move is that it distracted me from whatever holiday stress may normally come this time of year. Of course, the fact that I decided to buy absolutely no presents whatsoever might also have played into the low stress holiday. And... no Christmas cards or nothing. So, I think I've discovered the key to holiday bliss: dis' all your friends, blow off your family and make it all about you!!! *cough* So, um, yeah. If it's the thought that counts, consider yourself thought about. If it's the actually present that counts... you're out of luck. Merry Christmas.

City Induced Stupor

Since my move to San Francisco I've been all distracted like with all the blinky lights, gasps of excitement and smelly homeless that make up this wonderful city. I occassionally have this sense that in my not too distant past there was this thing called my blogging audience. They are but a vague memory. I'm quite sure some sort of apology and promise to change my ways is in order, but... I can't seem to find the time what with all the holiday parties, tasty eateries, queer concerts, furry dancing and general uproarous excitment that is my life.

Sold Out to the Man

So, in a purely hypothetical pondering, would you disown me if I were sitting at work listening to Launchcast's Pop Christmas station and bobbing my head to Hilary Duff's Last Christmas? Not that I'm doing that mind you. I was just wondering.

My To-Do List

For most of my life, but even more potently in the last 5-10 years, I've been itching to experience life in a big city, to be immersed in culture, opportunities, restaurants and entertainment. I've always nurtured this burning question: what would it be like to live in a big city? For many years I've set that question aside to pursue other priorities and truthfully wondered if I'd ever get to answer it. The day I moved into my San Francisco apartment was the day. It was the day I finally reached that goal. The day I began to answer that long lingering question. Tears welled up and excitement bubbled over. December 7, 2006 was the starting day of the chapter of my life I'd been anticipating and hoping for. Each day since has been an added affirmation of having arrived at this goal. I feel very at home and comfortable in my new city/neighborhood/apartment and with the friends I have here. City life may not turn out to be my ultimate life's happiness, but now have the chance to find out just what it's like.

The Kid Stuck Between

I've worked three days at my new temp-to-hire job. Day 1 involved the lovely interrogation routine with the micromanaging control freak (aka "Mother") who is supposed to be letting go of A/P duties and who made it clear that she doesn't think I'm the right person for the job. This, of course, led to the continual disagreements between she and my supervisor (aka "Father") about who should actually be supervising me and how things should be run. Day 2 was spent actually learning my job and getting comfortable with it. Day 3 so far has been spent getting more into the details of everything with a fellow employee who has been a great support. Of course, Mother called a meeting with Father to "discuss A/P." I'm currently huddled in my cubicle waiting for the aftermath of that.

This is What Happens When You Don't Give Me Enough to Do

I started a temp position today which is expected to go permanent assuming they like me and I like them (and they pay me the big bucks that I have fantasized about). Its an accounts payable/purchasing position at a biotech company. They are newly split off of a larger company and still have so much to figure out. I showed up today and apparently don't yet have a computer, a desk or even a pass to get in the building. I'm currently riding on my visitor's pass and poking around all the accounts to pass the time while they find me something to do. Do you think they'd mind if I changed the account naming system from cold, unfeeling numbers to the happy, organic names of flowers and fungi instead?

You hired a temporary lab clinician? Code that under petunia hybrida. Office supplies? That'd be under scedosporium prolificans of course.

Those Are Some Big Shoes

I just got back from seeing The Wizard of Oz on the big screen. The Castro Theatre, which is beautiful, was playing it complete with live theatre organ prelude. The organ was surprisingly charming and fun in spite of my usual 'no organ' policy (insert lewd joke here). The whole experience was great fun. Next time you, the entire internet, should go with me.

City-fied

Its done. Thanks to Mike I got all my stuff moved yesterday. I'm even well on my way to getting things set up. Today I have two job interviews. Tomorrow I apparently need to date every guy in the city, or at least that's the indication I've gotten. Apparently once my online profiles changed to "San Francisco" some fresh meat beacon was sounded and everyone seems eager to get to know this cheeky Alaskan. Since "dating" in San Francisco often involves something akin to a dingy bathroom stall, I may just have to break a few hearts. Next big task for my life in the big city... try not to look like the country bumpkin I am. Cuz, you know. That's *totally* possible.

IE Conspiracy

Apparently there is a conspiracy with the new Internet Explorer to keep you, my loyal fans, from commenting on my blog. If you use the overstuffed and over-glorified IE7 it won't let you click in any of the fields on my comment form. Never fear because you can stick it to IE by the simple use of a tab to get to those fields. So tab one for the little guy and send a message to IE that we won't be stopped, we won't be deterred, we won't be silenced!! *insert crowd roar here*

Celebrate Good Times... Come on

A day and a half left at work before I leave the glorious mecca called Tracy. To commemorate this grand transition I've decided to spend time exploring all the wonderful things that Tracy has to offer. After those 15 minutes are over I'll be surfing the web and picking my nose.

Liquid Sunshine

Ok, I can't tell you the details cuz it'd be way inappropriate even for my blog, but suffice it to say that it was just nasty. Like one of those instances where you used to love cottage cheese and then one time it was like insectoid-fuzzy-green-cottage-cheese and now you can't ever eat cottage cheese again no matter how fresh you know it is. In fact you're so phobic about cottage cheese that even getting near the stuff induces dry heaves to the point all your friends are convinced you have epilepsy. Yeah, its like that. And, no, I'm not going to tell you about it no matter how much you beg. Cuz, believe me, you really don't want to know. I can't even believe you got me to talk about it. You're such a sick, sick person.