Oops I Did it Again

Whoops.

I completely let this fall through the cracks. I’m going to TRY and be a little better. Maybe I’ll pull a total girl move and upload some of my favorite hair products. 

Things are moving fast for me. I am very busy with work, and that pretty much takes up all of my time. Weekends are hard because I want to socialize but that is my only time to get things done.

I’ve adapted pretty well to California. I can really get use to the sun all the time. I still can’t get over how many rude people there are in this world. Sometimes I feel like I’m surrounded. I’ve adapted to work and adore the people I work with. It really makes the world of difference, and no I’m not just saying that in case they read this. Most of all, I have adapted to being on my own time and dealing with only my own problems which are usually very small. I tend to take on the world when it comes to people I care about. I absorb their pain, and this can be a problem when it comes to my family because they have a lot of it. I feel like a soaked sponge when I go home.  

I don’t have any cute love updates, sorry. I’m as alone as a stick, but that’s how I want it. At least for now and for a while. I’ve made the mistake of giving up part of myself to please others. My mission is to kill that and never let it return.  First step, figuring out who I am. Which I think we are all doing all the time, but I don’t think you can fully find yourself when you have someone telling you who you are or what you should do. This is the only time I will get to do this so I’M TAKING IT. 

I could give a lot of funny updates but I think the best one was from my lack of reading due to exhaustion the other day.  A candidate asked me for a “lactation room” and for some reason I didn’t read her request correctly. I asked her to explain “lactation room” a little more so I understood what she needed. Poor thing had to explain via email why she needed a lactation room. That was pretty dumb on my end. 

Mikey was visiting the other night and yelled “oh oh look look.. an armadillo!” It was a possum. Yeah I called you out. Mikey is the most genuine person, even if he doesn’t know his marsupials versus whatever an armadillo is. 

This blog is more personal than planned, but if you’re reading I assume you care. That’s what you get when you listen to depressing music when you write. 

Till next time…

Rainbows

While I’m writing this, I periodically have to stop to kill these little brown flying gnat bugs. I'm at 6 so far and totally freaked out. I don't have food in my room- I have no idea where they are coming from.

On that note, our house is falling apart. For those of you who are not familiar with rent out here in the Bay, it’s out of control. Our house was built in 1964, has all the original cupboards, toilets, closets/doors etc. Lucky us, he upgraded us to vinyl flooring and put in new carpet. The cupboards smell like my grandparents and we pay $ 1,895 a month between the two of us. On Friday night, I was doing dishes and our sink filled up with water on both sides. I called my parents and followed their advice: I went to Wal-Mart, bought a sink plunge, put a stopper on one side and plunged away. This did not accomplish a single thing. Our landlord is not reachable until Monday, and we have to wait until they can send the proper plumber. The dishwasher started leaking, so we are running low on forks and have no way of washing dishes.  So- I've been rinsing and washing dishes in the back yard with the hose. Real classy, I know.

Other than our maintenance issues, this weekend was pretty great. I was sick Friday so I hung low while Chelsea and Mikey went out. On Saturday they made their way back home, waking me up at 7:30 am. Naturally we all decided to go to In-N-Out and Taco bell for breakfast. I joined the "hang over train" even though I was definitely not. We laid low until we left for the city. The night started out pretty slow, all of us were tired and my feet were killing me, but of course it turned around. The last bar of the night was called KT's, and it was so much fun. I made friends with a very flamboyantly gay fellow who was wearing the rainbow costume posted below.
                                                          

I went over to him innocently just wanting to dance. Within a matter of minutes, he picked me up on the dance floor, flung me over his shoulder and was bouncing me like a sack of potatoes. He then flung be back down and dipped me, picked me back up and held me princess style in his arms while dancing. If this had been any other guy, I would have been punching some faces, but who could hate a happy rainbow picking them up and swinging them around? He was clearly interested in Mikey, and we swapped numbers. I hope I get to see him out again. The best part was this morning Chelsea and I were talking about “the gay guy last night” and Michael chimed in “wait, who was gay?” I looked at Mike baffled and said, “what do you mean? The guy in the rainbow costume?” Mike was confident that rainbow boy was not gay, and it took WAY too much convincing on mine and Chelsea’s part for him to understand. We have to work on his street skills.

Last week was also a great week at work. I had a candidate on-site interviewing and as I was about to walk him out, he stopped to get something out of his backpack. It was a cake! He brought a pound cake-complete with frosting- all the way from Miami Florida to give to me as a thank you gift. I have to say, I was a little uneasy seeing a cake come out of a backpack, but after I had a piece I was completely appreciative. Chelsea and I also left our house for work on Friday morning and were greeting by a lovely bum who was going through the trash and recycle bins. This explains all the random shopping carts outside our house. Abandoned homes I suppose…

Well, it’s past my bedtime.

Till next time-

And I'm Back

Whoops. I forgot to write in this- to you (who ever reads this) so, mom. Actually I don't even think my mom knows what a blog is.

Here is an update on life:

A couple weeks ago Chels and I ventured up into San Francisco for another night out on the town. Our plan was to shop all day, but we ended up getting a drink at 12:00 pm at lunch. This lasted until 2 am. We went out in the Mission district for the first time, which was a major change in crowd. Below is the very first thing we saw when we arrived in San Francisco. For those of you who are not familiar with the area - this is nothing.

                                          

Yes, it’s a man with one leg on crutches begging in the middle of the road.

Last weekend was Labor Day weekend, and I made it home to Boise at the last minute. My family decided to fall apart on the first day I was there, so I went shopping. As my mother and I were shoe shopping at Shoe Carnival, a Common Nighthawk was clearly injured in the parking lot and unable to fly. Naturally my mom grabbed a Burger King bag out of the trash, walked over, waited until the bird tired, then captured it. She then yelled at me to go into Shoe Carnival and get her a shoe box. I was flustered and didn't move fast enough. Within minutes, she had the bird completely covered and in her arms and was stabbing a shoe box repeatedly with scissors at the front desk of the store. The manager came over to my mom with an extremely worried face and asked "...umm.. Mam, have you been helped?" Shoe Carnival was having a buy one get one 1/2 off sale, so there were plenty of customers staring at the two of us with complete shock and concern. No news on the bird’s current health.

Now I'm back in SJ and trying to get everything organized. Work has been going really great. I'm starting to feel very comfortable and a lot more settled. Tomorrow is Friday, and you know what that means.... more adventures.

Till next time-

Work

The last blog was all about the previous fun weekends, but that is not how every entry is going to be. So, I thought it would be nice to take a little bit of time and share what I'm doing now for a living.

At Stryker, I work in the HR department, and I am what is called a Candidate Care Specialist. To sum this position up, I do anything from A to Z when it comes to scheduling candidate's on-site interviews. Recruiters find the candidates, then I take it from there. Its a small team of 4, and I'm the only one on the west. We support the entire US, which is a lot of divisions. This can make it challenging due to the time change, and the volume of candidates that need interviews. My favorite part about the job is working with the candidates. When I get positive feedback, it absolutely makes my day. I love when I pick up a candidate that is scheduled to come to Endoscopy (the division I work at) because then I get to meet them in person. It really helps everything to come together nicely that way. With my job, there is a lot of scheduling, a lot of details, and a ton of emails, but the days fly by.

For any of you who know me you will know this: I am AWFUL with names, and I am not very skilled at proof reading. I spelled my own name wrong on the email for this blog for God's sake. These two downfalls can cause some mistakes on my end. Recently I had a minor mistake and called a VIP in the business the wrong name. No it's not the end of the world, but I still really took it to heart. I HATE MESSING UP! This job is really teaching me to be more detailed oriented, but I'm sure there are plenty of more mistakes to come. It's really strange going right out of college into a career. I feel extremely young and sometimes it feels like you need to do even better to prove yourself. Anyway, Stryker is an awesome company with a lot of awesome people working in it. I'm blessed to be where I am.

I got some pretty great news this week. I'm in the lead for having the most candidates this month! I think I'm at about 50. phew!

Also, I'm still waiting on a dog over labor day. My roommate will be out of town, and I really don't want to be home alone all weekend, its very scary here. Especially when people are murdered in their house like 10 miles away from me. This place is so different from home- but that's another entry soon to come. 

Till next time...

Where to Start?

I was inspired today by my friend Karissa Shaw to start blogging. I've never done it, I have to admit I'm a little nervous. Let me prepare you, I am an awful proof-reader so there WILL be spelling/grammatical errors-don't judge. The title 5863, is the address to my new lovely home (pictures coming soon).

For any of you who need an update, here is a summary: I graduated from University of Idaho in May and landed a job with Stryker in San Jose, CA. I moved here in June, and I live with my old roommate/friend from college. She is newly single, and boy do we have a lot of stories to share lately. I will try to keep these blogs short, honest, and light. I hope you enjoy!

To start this baby off I'm going to fill you in on some details. These are going to be some common names: Chelsea (roommate/friend/co-worker), Michael Douglas Andrews (friend/co-worker) I call him any of those three names and sometimes Bob. Casey (fellow college friend/co-worker) and Justin (Casey's BF/friend). Every weekend so far has been spent with Chels and Doug. Last weekend Chels and I met Douglas and Justin up in San Fransisco for a night on the town and boy did we hit it hard. Doug and Justin were already "3 sheets to the wind" and Chels and I had to quickly catch up. This was the result: Justin left us with no clarification of where he was going and how we were going to get into Casey's apartment, where we were staying for the night. Micahel found himself a great London gal, I ate a hotdog (no bacon!) and piece of pizza and the three of us ended up sleeping in Chelsea's Honda until 5:30 am, when Justin woke up after 13 missed calls and let us in. I used my overnight bag for a blanket, and Chels and I shoved 6 foot 6 Michael in the back seat. We were parked on a busy street in San Fransisco, there were street lights at least. This night we all quickly realized the hierarchy of our trio when drinking: Chelsea bosses me around, and I boss Michael around. Sorry Mike, we will add someone for you to boss soon.

This weekend was a little more tame, (NOT!). Us three (as usual) went to a party at Chris's house (he is 1 of 3 identical triplet boys). About an hour into the party Michael pulls Chels and I in close and says very seriously and quietly "hey.. guys.. I have to ask you something... are there three people here that are related?" Nothing gets by him. Saturday night we got a pretty good group together: Jarrod, Aron, Shann Dan, Mike, Chels and I ventured to the Saddlerack. This is a western themed bar in Fremont California, one that my parents apparently loved back in the day. This night ended in swing dancing, and piggy back rides out of the bar...thanks Jarrod again for the ride.

Today we had in-n-out for breakfast and did absolutely nothing.

Other fun facts:

Recently our land lord tried to make Chels pay for a 43 YEAR OLD toilet that spontaneously cracked. 43 years is a lot of years for a toilet...

I have a very hard to break addiction to Doritos Locos tacos from Taco Bell. I recently discovered you can buy the shells for 60 cents each...not good.

I'm still struggling with my craving for a dog (Cheerio, my future Goldendoodle) and thought it would be a good idea to post an ad on Craigslist asking if I could dog sit. The only response I received was a very inappropriate email from 'my flame', Lorene. 

Chels and I only know how to cook a few meals: tacos, taco salad, burritos, spaghetti, toast, cereal, protein shakes.. All of which are getting very old, fast. Ideas wanted.

Mike, Chels and I have seen a total of 4 completely butt naked men in San Fransisco so far. I'm sure that number will increase over the year.

Our neighbor sits on the back patio on a nightly basis and loudly farts/burps, and fights with his GF/Fiance (they both have different answers). This is one of the joys of living so close to people.


Well I think thats enough for now, I know I said I would keep these short.. I guess I lied. Sorry I started our relationship off on a bad start... ;)