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So today is Tuesday, and Tuesdays are my gym days, but I have a Very Good Reason for not going.
My iPhone is dead.
I cannot work out while listening to the shitty music that plays at the gym (yes, I do like Bon Jovi and Journey, etc. but I cannot be expected to get my groove on and heart rate up by listening to 80s music, oh no). So instead I am going to take a shower and wash the hairspray out of my hair (I wore my hair curly and while it was lovely and full of all kinds of loose curls, it only LOOKED soft and fluffy) and then make dinner. We’re having fish, so really all I have to do is put some frozen fish fillets in the oven for about twelve minutes and that’s the kind of cooking I can get behind.
Other news: my parents are coming this weekend! We will be going to look at trees and rocks and water. We’re going to spend Saturday & Sunday at the Oregon coast, and to get there from here means driving through Redwood National Forest. So trees! That’s fun, right? Looking at trees? I’ve never been a fan of nature, but from what I hear these are some big honkin’ trees. And so after that it’s the Oregon coast, which is really just water and rocks, not to be confused with the beach. Beaches you can play in; the water is warm and sharks lurk over the crest of every wave and that was part of the fun of it all. Coasts are for looking at and trying not to freeze to death while taking in all of the Natural Beauty. Woohoo! (But really I’m excited. I have never seen a coast that did not have condos built into it or was overly populated by pasty tourists. Nor have I ever seen a tree as big as a skyscraper. New adventures all around.)
Edit: I took a shower but did not wash my hair as I don’t know how I’m going to wear it tomorrow. If I want it curly but it is just washed, the curl will not hold. Also no fish for dinner. Jason is picking up Arby’s instead.
Can I tell you a little story about that, about the Arby’s? There used to be not too far from us. Not that we ever ate there too often, but it was nice to know we could if we wanted to. So maybe three weeks ago we decide that we really want some Arby’s. We drive there and on the way I am dreaming of roast beef sandwiches and curly fries. Jason pulls into the parking lot and there is no Arby’s signage anywhere. We were the two most confused people in the world. What happened? Where did it go? Did Arby’s close? DEAR GOD DID ARBY’S CLOSE BECAUSE I WILL HAVE TO MOVE. And then I saw a sign, a handwritten little gem of a thing in one of the window/doors: We have moved to Stewart Ave.
Well shit. Stewart Avenue was across town and who wanted to drive all the way across town? It’s called fast food for a reason, folks. So we picked up some Subway instead and I tried to imagine it was a roast beef sandwich but I could not fool my tastebuds. I have been craving this stupid sandwich since then and tonight I can finally get the hell over it and move on with my life.
Contrary to what I’ve said a million times, I do not hate my job. It is mindless and boring at times, but my coworkers are friendly and things run smoothly and when they don’t, I know how to handle it. Most of the time. But working at Big Company is not something I want to do forever. What do I want to do? I have been struggling with that question since I graduated high school six years ago.
I have never had a clear cut plan about my career path. I changed my major five times in three years, and, after four years of college, finally settled on getting my AA just to be done with the whole mess. College was not in my best interest. I’ve often thought about going back to school, maybe to become a nurse, and then I remember that I didn’t like college. I loathed it. I hated the homework, the large classes, the mandatory chapel, the cliques, but most of all, being in college only served to remind me every single day that I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was supposedly working towards a degree but that seemed so far off, so in the future, that it didn’t seem real. Kind of like saving for retirement does now (don’t you worry, though. I’ve got a 401(k)).
No one was more surprised than I was when I landed a corporate desk job. I always thought of myself as too vivacious, too creative, to be stuck behind a computer typing numbers all day. Is this what I was going to do for the rest of my life? Am I stuck in the land of office jobs? Will I never again be a part of a team, lending my talents to serve a bigger purpose? Will there ever come a day when I will be called upon to do something exciting, or is reconciling statements all I’m good for? I’m obviously qualified and good at my job–you don’t survive three rounds of layoffs without that little ego boost–but it’s never a job I really wanted to be good at. I was afraid that if I was good at it that I would be stuck. Forever. And every job after that would just be more accounting, more data entry, more annoying pantsuits. All because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had the opportunity to go to college but wasted it because I couldn’t make up my mind.
I still have no idea. I have no long term goals, a fact I lamented to Lauren in a moment of extreme panic. Is it okay that I don’t have long term career goals? Everyone around me seems to be in school or done with school and I’m… well. I’m in Oregon. With a corporate desk job. And a husband. A husband who makes all of this, the job that doesn’t satisfy me, the internal struggle I face when I think about an actual career, the fact that I cannot wear pajamas to work, okay. He is the most supportive husband I’ve ever had and I adore him for it. It is not easy to deal with my long-winded ramblings about Work and Life and Things In General. But he listens and gives advice and cracks jokes. His sense of humor has a way of completely turning around a conversation, and for a while I forgot why I was even worked up in the first place.
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No doubt this site has been neglected. I blame twitter and Facebook.
Between status updates and tweeting I feel a little tapped. I worry about over communication. I do not have a very interesting life – I am not a rockstar or an actor. I’m a girl in Southern Oregon with a desk job. One hundred and forty characters is about all I can manage. I could update this instead of twitter (there is, after all, an app for that), but that would require thought and witticism and actually doing something with my days besides work, the gym, and watching mass amounts of Animal Planet.
There’s also the Husband thing. His work and school schedule give us maybe two hours a night to spend together and I’m not going to waste those hours updating the stupid internet (Internet, you are not stupid. Please, baby, I’m sorry. Why you gotta be like that?).
Except.
I kind of like blogging. I was rereading some of my older posts the other day and realized that I didn’t have a lot going on then, either, but I managed to update every single day, sometimes multiple times a day. And some of it was funny. Maybe I got older and lost my imagination, my ability to form coherent and engaging prose. Or maybe I updated in an effort to woo a certain someone I met through this blog (cough cough, Jason, cough) and now that I need not woo anymore, my need to constantly update has gone by the wayside. Or maybe I just had a more entertaining job.
Either way, here are some things you can read between my sporadic updates:
She Likes Purple. This is my most recent internet discovery and dear readers, she is flipping adorable. Kind of like Dooce only not so… um… something. More toned down, perhaps? And relatable? If Dooce is the Angelina Jolie of the blogging world, then She Likes Purple is the Jennifer Garner. Yes, she’s still pretty awesome and you would probably swallow your tongue if you ever met her, but after she showed you how to make the perfect margarita or ranted about how Texas summers fucking suck, you’d realize that yeah, you could hang with her.
What Would Tyler Durden Do? This is my favorite celebrity gossip site. The writing is hilarious and sometimes there’s pictures of naked famous people so win-win!
FML Other people’s sucky lives that are more amusing than anything.
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I had eggs benedict this morning for breakfast and it was delicious. Why have I not had it before?
Yum.
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I know everyone (hi, Jessie!) was on tenterhooks about our tentative tamale dinner on Friday, but there wasn’t one. Instead we ate leftover fried rice.
Yesterday my friend and I went to the pound and that was a huge mistake. Cutest. Puppies. Ever. Too bad (or good) our apartment does not allow animals or I would have gotten all of them. For dinner we went to Jay & Meg’s and guess who the hell got a new puppy (hint: Jay and Meg) and it’s been puppy central in my head for a full 24 hours and I cannot take it anymore. I dreamt about puppies and dogs last night. Can we afford a dog? Yes. Do we have the space required house a dog? Not so much. There is a dog park in town and we’re both able to come home for lunch (and Jason’s schedule permits him to be home for long stretches of the day during the morning hours) but there’s still the whole “no dogs in the apartment thing” and I wonder if I can tell them it’s a seeing eye dog. Can we get evicted for raising a seeing eye dog? Not just in this case, but what if we were legitimately doing it? Would they throw us out for doing the Blind Citizens of America a favor?
I’m not sure what we’ll do today. I feel the beginning stages of ickyness in my ears and throat so hopefully I am not getting sick again. Just to be sure, I drank an Emergen-C and plan on taking some Zicam when I finish up this here blog. I nipped that thing in the bud.
You know what else nips? Puppies.
