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We Made It Off The Rock!!! (and Sarah is reminded of her gullibility…again)


2010
03.06

The one thing I HAVE learned from this little writing experiment is that time flies a hell of a lot faster than you imagine it to. The lofty goals, the brilliant musings, all of the things I thought the world should know…takes a lot more discipline than I thought. I’d like to say that’s all going to change, but I’m not going to bet the farm…just yet.

In the short while (SWEET!!!  I thought it was going to be 8 or 9 months since my last entry, but it’s only been 2!) since my last post, all of my writing has been dedicated to the delightful task of trying to find a JOB.  I told my still brand new husband that if we got off the rock (meaning Hawaii), his business would grow exponentially.  And you know what?  I WAS RIGHT!!!  However, for me, one who lacks the specific skills, patience, and ambition to stay up all night writing code for web sites, it’s not been as easy.

First…I got swindled.  For goodness sake, this was even on Craigslist AS A WARNING.  It was for an ‘office assistant’ position, which is what I really want to do, learn from a mentor of sorts.  I applied, wrote a brilliant cover letter, sent my resume that I just spent 5 hours re-perfecting the bullet points, and about a week later…I got an email saying I was hired.  The lovely man named Edward Crisp said I would be doing typical administrative things for him from home for $550 a week.  I should have known something was up when I asked if that included withholding or an I9 and he never answered.  He said he was at a summit in London, and he does a lot of philanthropic work, and he was going to sent me a check, I was supposed to buy some stuff for this ‘orphanage,’ send it, and keep $550 for myself.  Orphanage?  Not an uncommon term overall, but in the US, one doesn’t hear it as much here (warning #2).  Then he sent me an email with a delivery confirmation and sent a note about it, why hadn’t I gotten the stuff for the orphanage.  I looked at the confirmation, and it was to a New Hampshire address (warning #3).  Finally, however, a letter DID come, there WAS a check in there, and it was a BANK check!  I told him I’d send him the money as soon as the check cleared.  He told me to wire it NOW because a boy who needs a heart transplant  depends on it (warning #4).  Eh?  what would $2,300 do that was so important.  Finally, I called the bank, and it WAS a real bank, believe it or not, and the first question the person asked was if it had a certain name typed on the lower left line.  Yup, there it was.  Elizabeth Ortiz.  Oddly,  that same day, I got an email from someone else saying I won the same job, but at $400/month.  I told him that he and his lackeys should get their info coordinated if they’re going to scam people.

And then to Mr. Crisp-I was really starting to consider him my future employer.  I sent him an email every day the check DIDN’T come.  I sent him an email that lightly touched on karma, and SHAME ON YOU for trying to rip off nice people who are trying HARD to just get a job.  OK, learned my lesson.

The next day when I went on Craigslist, I looked under the SCAMS area.  Mine was the FIRST ONE they showed.  Now I just felt like a fool for all the time I wasted.

Well, if there is anything to be learned from this is that I learned this the hard way (no, I never lost any money, just time), is that I’ll REALLY know what to look for when perusing the Craigslist classifieds.

Until next time, wish me luck on getting a job!!! sarahanne

WOW, how fast life goes by


2009
12.07

DAMN!
I don’t even know what the last thing was that I wrote here. I don’t even know why they held a place for me. And above all, I have nowhere idea where to start.

So, the last time I stopped here, wrote something, and actually posted it was 5 months ago.  In work time, that’s about a decade, as time seems to come to standstills frequently here.  In bridal time, it was a minute.  Everything of your life getting taken over for this 4-5 hour zenith that you are really TRYING to enjoy every moment from, but goodness Lord, there are 175 people and I only knew 30 of them, I don’t like the way I look in the pictures.  The best part-my dad in his rented suit walking me down the aisle.  There’s this picture of us at the beginning and we both have our heads looking down-like father, like daughter.  The pictures of the ceremony that look like I’m about to cry-I’m not.  My brother was in the back, and I was about to crack up the whole time.  When I put the ring on Dale and got more than a few tears out of my normally stoic pops, being quite proud of his offspring for her tone and diction-enunciating at the perfect times, not too loud-honestly, I was pretty dang proud of myself in that moment too.  I know my voice can be heard from space and I was damned if it was going to boom out then.  My brother got his tears out of me with his moving speech.

The WEDDING was perfect.  The RECEPTION I’d prefer not to comment.  I felt gyped, and that’s pretty much it.  And with that, the 60 seconds quickly came to its end as reality kicked back in.

Since then, the primary objective was FIND A PLACE TO LIVE IN PORTLAND.  I am signed up with many different agencies who look for apartments, some looking on other agency’s sites to see if there is anything.  I came across something I liked; it was perfect, end of search.  Then hubby decides that we need to put a $900 cap on rent, and the place I had was around $1,200.  I said I’m sorry, I’ve been restricted, alas.  So the pursuit of a 2BR apt. began in full pursuit.  The one almost constant variable involves carpet.  If a place is carpeted (and I know it is SO MUCH COOLER to have hardwood floors or stone floors or whatever, but I’m SICK OF ROCKS and want carpet, damnit!), the color will be grey.  Most likely a bedroom will be shown, and you will see the PERFECT marks of a freshly steam-cleaned carpet.  EVERY time, that triangular pattern.

I am NOT going to slack and put this in Drafts, but it has approached 5pm, which is when I say goodnight to everyone here.  So post I go.  Will be back soon

Not for lack of trying


2009
07.16

I’m BACK!!!

Actually, to be truthful, I never left.  My absence was a simple case of my site needing to be upgraded.  However, with the problem fixed, we can return to our regularly scheduled programming…

I look on my Google home page at the countdown to the big day  which will end our year of being betrothed .  With exactly 100 days until ‘the BIG day’, I am not sure if I’m on top of everything or if I’m falling horribly behind.  I learned a certain form of ‘pidgin Chinese’ while working with my dressmaker.  After finally reaching the conclusion that yes, my thyroid has konked out, yes, I’m going to need to be on yet another medication for the duration of my life, and no, I will probably never be that willowy thin gal I used to be, I guess my measurements are going to be the numbers that they are right now.

Until then, I’ll answer the phone, pick out some bridesmaid’s dresses, and see what’s going on in Facebook.  THAT, unto itself, is an entire topic upon which I will have to elucidate further when the words about it ring clear in my head.

I’m happy to be back.  Even though my entries have not been as prolific as I hoped they would be, I like it here.  It’s MY little spot in this infinite otherworld.  Until next time…sarahanne

For once, I AM like someone else…


2009
01.15

It  was not a good idea.

Something has happened to my body.  I’m not too sure who took it over, but they’ve done a great job messing it up.  After being in the 120 pound range for the last two decades, suddenly, the question I get asked most is “When are you due?”  Last year I probably used up 85% of my vacation time going to doctors.  Nothing. 

Could it be me?  Could I be eating more than I think I am?  My general doctor had created a diet which he said always worked.  A dry piece of toast for breakfast.  A salad as big as I want for lunch.  A lean cuisine type entree for dinner.  Follow this draconian diet for six days,  and you are allowed ONE ‘free’ meal.  The only problem is I hate salad.  So I took my salad fixings and blended them into a sort of mush in the food processor.  I figured this way, I’d be able to have a few bites, and that would equal out.  Another bad idea.

The pounds just have been staying, inviting their friends, and have been in no hurry to leave.  I have a bit of chronic kidney disease, a doctor told me.  Couple that with it not really being the best time out of the last 28 days, and that’s me today.  I’ve been spending a lot of time on learning about fashion and taste, because I really want to be wearing something other than wrap around skirts for the rest of my life.  I’m trying to figure out how to turn this eternal hippie wear into something more timeless.  I want to look cool, but classy as well, and in a day to day way.  I can do classy for something like an event without a problem, but on Monday, I’m lost.

Today I went to Nordstrom’s.  I had one of my books with me so I could understand what they’d been talking about.  I found some jeans.  I tried them on.  I could button and zip them…barely.  I see a lot of people wear their jeans this tight.  I couldn’t imagine being one of them, but I could if I wanted to.  I handed the ill-fitting pants to a saleswoman and gave a quick excuse-not a good time of the month to be trying on things.

But we got to talking, and I told her about my newly diagnosed thyroid /kidney condition.  She told me a relative of hers had the same thing-a huge weight gain out of the blue, and everyone asking her if she was pregnant because she looked like it.  Hey, that’s what happened to me last year!  The saleswoman said she could tell I was supposed to be thin-she could see it in my wrists and ankles.  Unfortunately, she then said that the condition the other girl had eluded doctors.  Bummer.

However, it was the first time since my body has been practicing circus tricks that another person understood.  Another person had seen this before.  Another person who (among the very few) said it wasn’t my fault.  She said to get over the ‘womanly week,’ and come in again.  Her name was Dana.  It was the first good ‘bad’ shopping experiences I’ve ever had. 

And I’ll be looking cool, timeless yet modern, and all that other fashion stuff some day.