It’s the last day of NaBloPoMo! I can’t believe I did it, no matter how pathetic the post. It’ll get better once I’m internetting on my laptop from home.
I finally left work a bit before sunset tonight, and as I drove north on I-5, the radio DJ commented on the beauty of that particular sunset. It had been a while since I’d driven that stretch of I-5 on a clear day during daylight, so I glanced west and instead of being struck by the colorful sunset, I gasped at the sight of the coastal mountain range, silhouetted in the orange glow of the day’s end. Oregon’s winter weather hides the mountains so often that I end up being surprised when they appear.
Next summer is going to be awesome!
I’d thought of things I could write about today, but thumb-typing on the ol’ phone is kind of uninspiring. And limiting.
So that’s it for today.
I can’t believe it’s been two months since I drove cross-country. It feels more like I fell asleep back in September (or maybe earlier) and have just been dreaming all of this.
I start my brand-spankin’-new job today. I never, ever imagined I’d be a metallurgist in a titanium/zirconium plant. Gah. Until I find a new therapist, I need to keep myself occupied (well, distracted), because the psychological funk has been hanging around like the Portland fog. Good thing I’m working seven days a week between my two jobs! It’s not as if I wanted to be out romping around in the rain, right?
“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”
― Natalie Goldberg
I felt off this morning when I woke up. My lousy state of mind is probably due to a certain repeat visitor, but still. I can achieve a psychological funk with great ease anymore. When I went downstairs to shovel my usual breakfast of shredded wheat into my scowling maw, I glanced over at the kitchen counter and saw this:
Customers were telling us an unusual number of unhappy stories today, and the espresso machine malfunctioned right when I was chatting with this really kind grandpa from Montana. (“You probably drove through my hometown of Butte!” he said. “I did!” I replied. I left out the part about how out of place I felt without a Stetson.) Oh, did I mention how yesterday morning, before I arrived at work, a guy had parking lot rage and backed his car into a light post, then shifted into drive and floored it into one of the brick pillars on the front of the store, cracking the brick and concrete? Yeah. That happened.
All of my stories are going to be work-related anymore, aren’t they? AGH.
Okay. Things have been flying out of my hands left and right the past three days. It’s been alternately annoying and hilarious, especially at work. Whipped cream down the pant leg, mocha up the sleeve, spring-loaded syrup pump spout shot high into the air… Madness! When I left work yesterday, my coworkers advised me not to try to carry the turkey. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m bringing bread to dinner, and bread bounces.” While getting ready for work this morning, my hairbrush threw itself at the shower, and my makeup compact tried to dash out the door. I just shook my head and knew it was going to be another drop-intensive day.
Weird work moment from yesterday: a female customer told me that I look like Chelsea Clinton. That’s a new one! I forced a polite smile, thinking about how most people say nasty things about Chelsea’s appearance, and I think the woman realized what was running through my head. “I mean that as a compliment!” she said. Hmm.
Weird work moment from today: a diabetic girl about my age ordered a drink sugar-free and was commenting on how baristas around here find her request strange. She said that no one back in Columbus had an issue with it. “Columbus, Ohio?!” I asked. She said yes. I told her that I’m from Columbus, too. We both started getting really animated at this point. She told me that she’s met some Portlanders originally from places like Steubenville and Youngstown (and she slammed Youngstown beautifully), but no one from Columbus. I asked her how long she’s been in Portland. “Two months.” Then I (practically) yelled, “ME, TOO!” We chatted some more, and she told me about her current icky situation (hey, I’ve got a few of those myself!). We high-fived for Columbus and she mentioned that she gets her coffee there pretty often, and I said, “Yaaay! Pleeease come back!” Too weird…and too awesome.