Archive for June, 2010

Everything is flowers and rainbows, right?

June 30, 2010

So, I promised in my next note that I would stop bitching and become more of an optimist, so here goes.

The things I like about living up north:

No crazy stealing roommate. That is pretty awesome.  And I live with my little brother up here.  He’s a great guy.  He’s stationed at Ft. Lewis, so he works a lot and I think it’s good for him to have someone around.   I do things like mow the lawn, cook dinner (sometimes) and clean the house.  I’d like to think I make his life a little easier.

There are donkeys where I work. Their names are Bill and Ted and they like to talk to me.  Need I say more on that one?  

I’m not working at a restaurant. Mind you, I miss the easy money and lack of responsibility.  However, not having to fill some guy’s fifteenth Diet Coke is awesome.  I had my first-ever GOOD serving dream a few weeks ago.  If you’re in the business, you know how awful serving dreams are, how you are usually helpless and drowning…  but I got to tell someone off.  Rather than waking up stressed and dreading the day, I woke up smiling.  It was a strange, strange sensation.

There is a cat where I work. He’s an opinionated furry little bastard, but he’s nice to have around.  And he kills for the joy of it, which is weird but endearing.

There is a brewery three minutes from my work. Elk Head.  It’s delicious.  And it’s based out of an industrial park, so the atmosphere is rather different than anything I was used to.  Think McMenamin’s  without the forced innate coolness of the staff and the buildings.  Think Rogue with less tasty beer but more friendly people.  It’s pretty great.

Anyway, things are looking up.

I am.

June 23, 2010

I have recently come to the realization that I have been waiting.  Waiting on a better job.  Waiting on my life to take shape.  Waiting for my hair to grow out.  Waiting for my boyfriend to propose.   Hell.  I have been in the restaurant business for far too long… all of this is getting old.

I just moved to Washington from my beloved city of Portland.  Mind you, I never really enjoyed the finer things Portland had to offer during the five or so years I lived there.  Now that I am paying sales tax, I have started to really appreciate the things I miss.

I miss hippies.  Honest-to-goodness, dreadlock adorned, patchouli stinking, drum playing, weed smoking hippies.  I miss trying not to breathe in their cloud of funk as I walked past.  I miss them shouting at my little brother and his full-size truck downtown.  I miss the proliferation of hemp everywhere you look.

I miss my grocery store, with the little checkout girl who must have thought I had a drinking problem, but she remembered me anyway.  Speaking of drinking problem, I miss having restaurants with more on tap than Bud and Bud Light.  Eck. I miss my friendly banker guy who used to flirt with me until he came into my restaurant with his significant other… that was weird.  I miss my favorite coffee guy.  I’d bring him fortune cookies and he’d make me cheaper drinks.

I miss my friendly bum.  The one with the dog.   Awkward as it was, conversations with him at stoplights always brightened my day.  I almost even miss Tan Bum.  The one who didn’t even bother to hold up a sign… it always amazed me how lazy he was.

I miss my friends.  I miss knowing I have at least five people to call up for happy hour at any given time.  I miss happy hour.  I miss fresh fruit margaritas and laughing about stupid people.

I miss independence. When I moved to Washington, I moved solely for the benefit of my parents, who are attempting to keep a struggling start-up business alive.   Little did I realize how suffocating that would be.  It’s like high school all over again, except this time I have bills and a mild drinking problem.

However, in the spirit of optimism:  the next post will be the things I appreciate about the new locale (and hell, the things I hated about the old one).

Also, if anyone actually happens to read this, be patient with me.  I’m dipping my toe-toes in the blogging pool…. I have yet to learn how to swim.