i wanted to post at work, so i wrote some stuff, but decided against posting it, for reasons i’d rather not get into. this week so far has been excrutiatingly stressful, and it doesn’t help that i get shit from others for putting myself in this situation. but that, is all i’m going to get into for now.

yesterday was strange. driving to work, sitting in the passenger’s seat, feeling sorry for dragging alison out this early in the morning to this much traffic to drive me to work. there was a woman on the ship canal bridge threatening to jump, which clogged up traffic because i-5 was closed and all the traffic was diverted to the streets of the u-district. i got to work and people talked about it and said things like “why couldn’t she do this on a saturday?” or something of that nature, and all i could think about was how things weren’t that bad for me, in fact, they were pretty damn great, aside from the unneccessary stress that i’ve come upon, and that someone else has come upon something that she just can’t handle, and chose to try and end her life because of it.

and then, while at work, there were classes for patients who were getting liver and kidney transplants (actually, it’s probably one or the other), and the classes are designed so that people learn how to make a transplant work, so that the organ does not reject after it’s been transplanted. people would come in and you could usually tell who had liver disease, and who had drug habits. some people are just unlucky enough to have either, and i would see them come in, and i would just want to leave - go home and curl up in bed with my girlfriend and watch a movie and never go outside again. (aside: while at work, i’m at lunch and i notice a woman with red hair sitting on the steps with about ten other people, lined up eating lunch)

after i worked at the medical center, i went to the theater, and exhausted myself some more. nearing the end of the night, a woman comes in asking if i had seen someone. she gives me the description, and she seems a little flustered. i look down, and think if i had seen a man fitting this description. although i did, i told her i didn’t, because i didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going down.

the woman was persistent, and eventually got someone else to say they had seen that man. she led her to the theater he was in. my compatriot went in, and came back out, nodded “yes” in confirmation that it was the man she was describing. the woman asked her to go back in and verify it once more, and told my coworker that that was her husband, and asked if he was with someone else.

i remembered the guy; i noticed specifically because he was walking with a woman that i had recognized, at lunch.

my coworker said she saw him in the back with red hair, making out. the distraught nodded and smirked one of those sad smirks where you know something has gone terribly wrong, and you can’t go back from that point.

“that’s my husband, and he’s cheating on me.”

days like this make me realize that things can seem bad, but when they seem worse for everyone else, it gets hard to complain.

well, did you know that on macs, you can type, without actually seeing what you’re typing, therefore, you’re actually typing, and everyone just thinks that you’re playing on the keyboard with nothing that you’re really writing? well, it’s possible, and i’ve figured out a way to do it so that exactly that happens.

and i will post it to the blog later.

in any case, i’m sitting here at work again, with nothing to do, and not really wanting anything else to do, but i dont like sitting around looking like i’ve got nothing to do, or looking like i’m just surfing the internet.

today is my 2nd 15 hour day in a row, but it also is my last day a t the metro for a while. at least a month, folks, and then, on sunday, we leave. i’m supposed to move on friday, but as of yet, we still haven’t found a place to live.

typing like this and just sitting around is really making me kind of nervous, so i’m going to stop now. more later, i promise you. no more neglectfulness

this is my 2nd attempt at my first covert post at the rebel base known as the uwmc. my first post was thwarted, and now i’m afraid of being caught againk, resulting in everyone thinking i’m a luazy puke of a temp worker. so, that’s the update.

remember the last time i went to richland (no time for a hot link, you can look it up yourselves)? i’m going back. right now. see you tomorrow at the superchunk show.

seam fans will appreciate this. first one to say it’s a little real world-ish, gets a foot up the ass. who doesn’t love touring? you? you’re crazy.

if anything were to make me jealous, it would be how people can make it sound so easy. i’m not so sure i like the new album as much as perfect from now on (in fact, i am sure i don’t like the album as much as perfect from now on), but that doesn’t make the making of the album any less interesting. that emp interview earns them a few points, but sometimes, i feel like emp is trying way too hard to earn some indie cred.

went out looking for houses today, with no luck. saw a nice one in ballard, but we weren’t able to get a hold of the landlord, who wasn’t there when we got there. concinnity is hard to come by when you’re moving a million miles an hour. i can only hope for that kind of resolution sometime soon.

in any case, when times get stressful, i always have jason around to put things into perspective. the other day, after i went downstairs to look for some toilet paper, i came out and he yells, “busted!” i look at him and laugh, and say, “you guys don’t have any toilet paper either?”

he replies, “yeah, i took a shit earlier, and had to take a shower after.”

the posts will look even longer now that i’ve change the table to make any post look enormous. but then again, me mentioning the fact kind of defeats the purpose. then again, me mentioning that i’m mentioning it, even though it obviously wouldn’t change your own judgement that the post isn’t that long, and that i just narrowed the table, and that you would have figured it out anyway just makes me look like a jackass because i thought you wouldn’t have noticed, and therefore, would have been an insult to your intelligence. well, that’s not my intent, whatsoever.

really.

who would have though i would have neglected the weblog for more than a week? not me, that’s for sure. but gearing up for the big trip, looking for a place to live, and working two jobs all at the same time will do that. the same goes for email, so for those who have sent me email in the past week or so, please forgive me, as i haven’t had time to write you all back, because i’ve been much too busy to answer your requests for any of my personal free time (just kidding). seriously, i promise i’ll write before i leave for a month (at which time i’m not sure if i’ll be able to update often (if at all).

so for now, let this be a notice of decreasing activity.

today, i got a letter in the mail from the washington state patrol indicating that i had requested my criminal conviction record information (which i had, for my new job). i am proud to say that the report of my record shows no evidence of a conviction as provided in the child and adult abuse information act. “thus with regard to rcws 43.43.830-43.43.845″, i can keep my job at the medical center.