Hi mom!
This is for my mom.
For as long as I can remember she's encouraged me in all my writing endevours, overwhelmingly big and dismissively small. I dedicate this blog and whatever comes of it to her.
In that vein I think it seems only fitting to delve straight into the heart of what all moms everywhere want to know:
"How are you?"
As of right now, on March 25th, 2009, in the cloudy city of Milwaukie, Oregon, outside our fair state's largest and most ship-friendly city, sitting in a well-kept, second-hand recliner writing my first entry in my first blog while waiting for my laundry to finish washing, I am well. Thanks for asking.
Today is my last day off for the next week or so. I'd like to complain, but in the light of +11% unemployment it seems ungrateful and shamefully myopic to do so. I work in Oregon's largest shopping mall, somehow. (If you don't live in downtown Portland and like to shop, you'd probably recognize me.) I get paid reasonably well for what is asked of me, have to endure more pointless nonsense than I'd like (I don't mind the politics and the posturing so much, but... this is a story for another time), get union medical, dental, and vision, for next to nothing and generally enjoy my co-workers, if not the environment. I can't, and shouldn't complain, but do. Regularly.
I just helped my girlfriend, Amanda, move into her new apartment with her brother and one of her best friends. She's 5 minutes further from work, but miles from a cramped, dusty, basement apartment without a kitchen or full bathroom with inconsiderate roommates/landlords and proportionally happier for it. She has great friends that moved damned near everything that she couldn't. All that was left for me to do by the time I got there was provide moral support and rather undextrously drop her clothes all over the street as I carried them to my car. We'll be celebrating our half-iversary next month. That's 2% of my life... Feel old yet, mom? ;)
What else: I'm going to visit my sister Meredith in San Fransisco at the end of next month. I've never been to that part of the state and haven't seen her in ages. I'm looking for to being shown the touristy sites, my sister's fancy new WoW machine, and maybe a kareoke bar or two. I would feel remiss in not demonstrating my modest vocal abilities as a combination "Thanks for letting me stay with you!/Enjoy watching your brother drunkenly embarrassing himself". See you next month!
I got a new desktop computer. I'm very happy with it. Windows Vista hasn't earned my genuine ire yet, but we'll see.
I'm going out drinking with my co-worker, ex-interim boss on Friday. If you are one of my customers with a problem that you wish to have solved on Saturday I'd like to pre-emptively suggest that you ask as nicely, and as quietly as possible. My personal customer service philosophy of 'Be as Helpful as your Customers are Polite' is never enforced so strictly as when I'm hung over.
That's it. My laundry needs to be dried. Until next time!
Secret Seth
For as long as I can remember she's encouraged me in all my writing endevours, overwhelmingly big and dismissively small. I dedicate this blog and whatever comes of it to her.
In that vein I think it seems only fitting to delve straight into the heart of what all moms everywhere want to know:
"How are you?"
As of right now, on March 25th, 2009, in the cloudy city of Milwaukie, Oregon, outside our fair state's largest and most ship-friendly city, sitting in a well-kept, second-hand recliner writing my first entry in my first blog while waiting for my laundry to finish washing, I am well. Thanks for asking.
Today is my last day off for the next week or so. I'd like to complain, but in the light of +11% unemployment it seems ungrateful and shamefully myopic to do so. I work in Oregon's largest shopping mall, somehow. (If you don't live in downtown Portland and like to shop, you'd probably recognize me.) I get paid reasonably well for what is asked of me, have to endure more pointless nonsense than I'd like (I don't mind the politics and the posturing so much, but... this is a story for another time), get union medical, dental, and vision, for next to nothing and generally enjoy my co-workers, if not the environment. I can't, and shouldn't complain, but do. Regularly.
I just helped my girlfriend, Amanda, move into her new apartment with her brother and one of her best friends. She's 5 minutes further from work, but miles from a cramped, dusty, basement apartment without a kitchen or full bathroom with inconsiderate roommates/landlords and proportionally happier for it. She has great friends that moved damned near everything that she couldn't. All that was left for me to do by the time I got there was provide moral support and rather undextrously drop her clothes all over the street as I carried them to my car. We'll be celebrating our half-iversary next month. That's 2% of my life... Feel old yet, mom? ;)
What else: I'm going to visit my sister Meredith in San Fransisco at the end of next month. I've never been to that part of the state and haven't seen her in ages. I'm looking for to being shown the touristy sites, my sister's fancy new WoW machine, and maybe a kareoke bar or two. I would feel remiss in not demonstrating my modest vocal abilities as a combination "Thanks for letting me stay with you!/Enjoy watching your brother drunkenly embarrassing himself". See you next month!
I got a new desktop computer. I'm very happy with it. Windows Vista hasn't earned my genuine ire yet, but we'll see.
I'm going out drinking with my co-worker, ex-interim boss on Friday. If you are one of my customers with a problem that you wish to have solved on Saturday I'd like to pre-emptively suggest that you ask as nicely, and as quietly as possible. My personal customer service philosophy of 'Be as Helpful as your Customers are Polite' is never enforced so strictly as when I'm hung over.
That's it. My laundry needs to be dried. Until next time!
Secret Seth
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