Sunday, August 26, 2007


Alaska recap:

Miz enjoying Pizzaria Roma

Julie and I heading out to Tracy Arm

Sawyer Glacier


Iceberg dead ahead!

I miss fireweed

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Can you say "JADED"?

For a few weeks now, I have been sending out job applications to no avail. But apparently, my luck is changing. I had an interview last week and two more places have called me to set up interviews. The problem is, I have no idea what I want to do. I mean, they all sound like fine jobs. And I know that I want to leave my current job. But I think I am officially jaded now. That idealistic college grad is gone and basically I am just trying to figure out which one of these jobs would suck the least. I didn’t expect that to happen so fast.

If I rock all three interviews and get offered all three jobs, I could stay in DC, move back to Milwaukee, or move on to yet another new city. I am sick of moving, but I’ve been complaining about DC for at least a few months now. And if I took the job here, even though it’s definitely the best job career wise, I know it wouldn’t make me any happier. If I go to a completely new city, I’m basically starting all over. Again. And if I take I job in Milwaukee, I go back to my past, which isn’t all that great.

A girl I work with at REI is packing up her truck and heading out west. She has no plan, no definite destination. And I am so jealous of her right now. When I went to Vegas to see George off before he left for PeaceCorp, I met some of his friends out there and they were pretty fucking awesome. I told this girl I work with that she should look them up when she gets to Colorado and it sounds like she is going to do just that. She is going to learn how to ski and get drunk with people I want to be friends with and leave whenever she wants to. And I can’t do that because I have a dog and a shit ton of debt to pay off. And it’s not like I have a PhD or a law degree to show for it either. No, I have a semester abroad and poor credit card management skills. What I really want to do is find a shitty ass job that pays be a butt load of money so I can get my car and my student loans paid off in the next two years and then I too can run off to Colorado and do whatever the hell I want. Now I just have to figure out where to even find a job that doesn’t require much experience and pays well. Any suggestions?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe.

I hope a love of shoes is not a prerequisite for being female, but I think it might be. I used to think that I liked shoe shopping. But that’s a big lie. I can’t even walk in heels. And I pretty much wear the same flip-flops every day. I went to DSW for the first time last night with my friend and she walked out with three pair of shoes and I walked out with a headache. Seriously, how many shoes does one person need? The old lady who lived in a shoe was obviously a crazy bitch. Shoes are expensive.

Other that the suit I just got to go out on interviews, I haven’t bought anything other than wedding shit for months. So how is it that I keep spending money?! How? It really sucks. I don’t do anything. I go see a movie once in awhile, but that's about it. I go to the free museums - I won't even shell out the $16 it costs to get into the Spy Museum, even though I think that sounds frickin' awesome. (Seriously, KDonk007 sounds pretty badass if you ask me...) Anyway, I don’t go to concerts, I don’t go to the really awesome bars that charge $14 for a shitty apple martini, I don’t even get my haircut because it’s like $40 around here! I wait until I visit my parents and then go to this woman’s house that my mom knows where she cuts hair in her living room for $8 a pop. So where is my money going?

I think part of the reason I have been so crabby lately is because it’s summer in DC, which means if hotter than hell. Literally. The heat index is some where around 106 today. (Becca, that’s like 41 degrees for you. Canada is so silly.) Why the hell our founding fathers decided to drain a swamp and then set up shop is beyond me. I would have built the White House up in New England. And then come up with something a little more original than New England. And for that matter, the White House is pretty damn unoriginal too. I would have slapped some color on that sucker and come up with a better name. Sorry, GW, but your shit is B-O-R-I-N-G.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Hey Miz!

Miz, my co-worker at REI is moving to Boulder in a few weeks. Anyway, I told her I knew some awesome guys that could show her where to ski this winter. She nice (and super cute, so hook her up!) and she likes beer, so I know you two will totally get along. My fake email account - you know, the email account you use whenever you sign up for crap so you don't fill up your real email account is Shoot me an email so I can tell her how to get a hold of you! She's cool beans.

PS - I know you don't live in Boulder. Or Englewood for that matter. But she's got a Jeep and knows how to use it!