Its been two months since I've:
had truly sun-kissed skin, heard the sound of the ocean echoing in my ear, tasted salt water on my lips, had naturally perfect ringlets, donned a bathing suit, spent the afternoon gazing at beautiful brown bodies dancing on the water, gotten lost in reggae, dabbled in herbal relaxation, felt sand in my between my toes and in my sheets, taken a cold shower, watched a glorious sunset, used my camera, made fun of tourists, enjoyed anything with macadamia nuts, not thought twice about seeing an abandoned charred vehicle on the side of the road, star-gazed at La Perouse, heard the surf report, been invited to a luau, went hiking, swam in a waterfall, kissed you hello and goodbye everytime we met...
However, I have:
re-connected with old friends, made some new friends, enjoyed the satisfaction of efficiency and productivity, made some really great home-cooked meals, hugged my parents and sister and grandparents, been to 2 baseball games, heard some REALLY GOOD live music, not worried about getting skin cancer, felt truly safe, been able to call my parents as late as 9 pm, begun to tell my story, laughed to the point of tears, trusted someone enough to let go again, worn my favorite sweater and a pair of heels, wrapped up in sheets and blankets and not die of heat exhaustion, gone days without needing to drive my car, rid myself of coffee hell, started volunteering again....
Has it really been 2 months?
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Leo & Paper Gowns
I just saw a preview for Romeo + Juliet ( you know the one with Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio). Oh, God, I was so in love with Leo. I literally saw the movie in the theater like 8 times. I bought the movie on the day it was released for purchase. I listened incessantly to the soundtrack, romanticizing a starcrossed lovestory for myself. Afterall, if my Romeo looked like that, I'd be okay with the dying thing. Ha!
So I had yet another doctor's appointment today (now, now - no need to worry, promise). Do you know that suddenly now they no longer provide cloth gowns for you to change into? The doctor instructs me to get undressed and proceeds to hand me a PAPER gown. Seriously? Yes. As if doctor exams aren't uncomfortable enough, they've now decided to make it even more of a dreadful visit. Jesus. Who's idea was this? I am going to venture out and guess it was a man's. Probably something about saving on washing. While I will admit there are a few procedures you must endure that are less than comfortable, you guys really have no concept of the shit we put up with yearly in the medical world. And, now, just when we thought that the ugly, thin, flowered gown was bad enough, they take that away from us. Here, use this napkin instead. Whatever - just don't even think about uttering the words, "now try to relax"....
So I had yet another doctor's appointment today (now, now - no need to worry, promise). Do you know that suddenly now they no longer provide cloth gowns for you to change into? The doctor instructs me to get undressed and proceeds to hand me a PAPER gown. Seriously? Yes. As if doctor exams aren't uncomfortable enough, they've now decided to make it even more of a dreadful visit. Jesus. Who's idea was this? I am going to venture out and guess it was a man's. Probably something about saving on washing. While I will admit there are a few procedures you must endure that are less than comfortable, you guys really have no concept of the shit we put up with yearly in the medical world. And, now, just when we thought that the ugly, thin, flowered gown was bad enough, they take that away from us. Here, use this napkin instead. Whatever - just don't even think about uttering the words, "now try to relax"....
Sunday, August 6, 2006
No sleep for Sara
Have you ever been so entirely exhausted that you can't sleep? Thats what I get for 2 nights of too much fun and pretty much no sleep. Its a sickening feeling. One that leaves you unable to think clearly, produce any sort of real emotion, or carry on an even remotely intelligent conversation. Of course this is when I get phone calls that I would rather be somewhat coherent to be involved in. Yes, sorry to say, I just cleared your phone call. I just can't right now.
So... I am done with Starbucks - completely! I actually didn't work the full day. The aforementioned exhaustion rendered me nauseous and completely unfunctionable. Seriously - I haven't drank in how long, and yet felt like I was emersed in the hangover of my life. I had to run to the Ladies room at the smell of the steaming milk, and then again while mixing the mocha. God help me if I ever must suffer through pregnancy - they say smells are intensified when you are with-child. A thought, which in itself, throws me inside a bit of panic. Ugh. So, yeah, on my last day of the job where I didn't give the proper two weeks, I had to leave early. Oh well. Its done now - won't dwell on it, Sara.
On a more positive note... I LOVE MY NEW JOB!!!! Though my previous political position was less than satisfying, I am thrilled with the prospects of this one. After only week, I feel more energized and motivated at work than most of the last 18 months. Yes, I think this will be a good one. I'll keep you posted.
Well, this entry is noticably boring, this I realize. Sorry. Nothing interesting, while appropriate, seems to be surfacing right now. You know, I seem to come up with some of the best material when I am driving, an obviously poor time to blog. Hey, I know! I could get one of those tape recorders and talk to myself on my drive home. Ha! Can you imagine!?! Hmmm... I wonder how much those things cost?
Okay, my need for some sound REM sleep is overwhelming me. Time to slip into bed, and fall into a pleasant dream. The morning alarm will no doubt be ringing just moments from now, signaling the start of a new and hopefully promising week.
PS... it should be noted that though I bitch, it was worth it. Yes, definitely worth it.
So... I am done with Starbucks - completely! I actually didn't work the full day. The aforementioned exhaustion rendered me nauseous and completely unfunctionable. Seriously - I haven't drank in how long, and yet felt like I was emersed in the hangover of my life. I had to run to the Ladies room at the smell of the steaming milk, and then again while mixing the mocha. God help me if I ever must suffer through pregnancy - they say smells are intensified when you are with-child. A thought, which in itself, throws me inside a bit of panic. Ugh. So, yeah, on my last day of the job where I didn't give the proper two weeks, I had to leave early. Oh well. Its done now - won't dwell on it, Sara.
On a more positive note... I LOVE MY NEW JOB!!!! Though my previous political position was less than satisfying, I am thrilled with the prospects of this one. After only week, I feel more energized and motivated at work than most of the last 18 months. Yes, I think this will be a good one. I'll keep you posted.
Well, this entry is noticably boring, this I realize. Sorry. Nothing interesting, while appropriate, seems to be surfacing right now. You know, I seem to come up with some of the best material when I am driving, an obviously poor time to blog. Hey, I know! I could get one of those tape recorders and talk to myself on my drive home. Ha! Can you imagine!?! Hmmm... I wonder how much those things cost?
Okay, my need for some sound REM sleep is overwhelming me. Time to slip into bed, and fall into a pleasant dream. The morning alarm will no doubt be ringing just moments from now, signaling the start of a new and hopefully promising week.
PS... it should be noted that though I bitch, it was worth it. Yes, definitely worth it.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
What does LUCK have to do with it?
So, I started my first day of work at a mainland Starbucks today. Not bad for a first day. Nothing like Maui, but then again I knew that before I even stepped in the door. Way busier than Queen K, and a lot more crowded behind the counter - sometimes as many as 8 partners on the floor! There are a few drinks that I am having to learn - but no big deal. The store is a mansion compared to Queen K... 2 floors and a balcony, bathrooms, and a huge back room. Crazy. Takes about 15 mins to do a thorough lobby. Only made about 10 frappacinos today, and not one of 'em was caramel - talk about shock! I'm generally covered in that caramel shit by the time I come home. Yes this is very different.
Couldn't help but want to call and tell *** how my first day in Seattle Coffee Hell was... but, aparently that's not allowed anymore. That's what happens when you abandon possibility... you lose the right to call and say how your day went.
How's this for luck? On my way back from picking up my car from the shipping dock this morning, I got pulled over. Couldn't fucking believe it. I went into a complete panic when I saw the lights. One, my bank account does not harbor money for speeding tickets and Two, just coming from the boat I hadn't put my registration back in the glove compartment yet. Shit. As I sat there, waiting for Mr. Cop to stroll up to my window, I frantically debated on what to say, on my best bet to get out of a possible citation. They say tears work... but crying wasn't really an option as tears haven't been easy to come by for me lately. Just think of the negative number in your bank account if you get a ticket, Sara... that will make you cry. C'mon, you can do it. Gulp. Nothing. "Hawaii, huh?" Congratulations you can read, officer. "Yep, just picked up my car an hour ago." "I'll need to see your license and proof of insurance." And registration? In all my haste, I hand him my insurance card and a credit card. "Uh, you can have that back, Ma'am." Fuck. "Sorry, guess you don't need that. Hell, I don't need that. Not like there's any room left on it." I force myself to shut up and hand him my brightly colored Hawaii ID. "You just moved here from Kihei?" "Yep." "Why?" The million dollar question. And with that, they come... tears. Not a plethora of them, just two - one from each eye, slowing streaming down my cheeks. "I don't know now... mainly because I couldn't afford it anymore." AKA, I can't pay that ticket you're about to write, so PLEASE don't write it!! Sniffle, sniffle. He sighs and goes back to his motorcycle for a few minutes and I am sure he is writing me a big fat ticket. No doubt about this one. I am definitely going further into debt today. Fuck. He comes back. "My wife and I have a condo in Kihei. We love it there." Lovely - good for you. Must be nice. Just give me the God damned ticket and get it over with. Seriously. "You were going 56 in a 40. I'm giving you a warning today. Take care." I just stare at him as he walks off. Either the guy has a real fondness for that condo in Kihei, or he got the not-so-subtle hints that a ticket could be somewhat financially tragic. Or, maybe it was the tears....
Couldn't help but want to call and tell *** how my first day in Seattle Coffee Hell was... but, aparently that's not allowed anymore. That's what happens when you abandon possibility... you lose the right to call and say how your day went.
How's this for luck? On my way back from picking up my car from the shipping dock this morning, I got pulled over. Couldn't fucking believe it. I went into a complete panic when I saw the lights. One, my bank account does not harbor money for speeding tickets and Two, just coming from the boat I hadn't put my registration back in the glove compartment yet. Shit. As I sat there, waiting for Mr. Cop to stroll up to my window, I frantically debated on what to say, on my best bet to get out of a possible citation. They say tears work... but crying wasn't really an option as tears haven't been easy to come by for me lately. Just think of the negative number in your bank account if you get a ticket, Sara... that will make you cry. C'mon, you can do it. Gulp. Nothing. "Hawaii, huh?" Congratulations you can read, officer. "Yep, just picked up my car an hour ago." "I'll need to see your license and proof of insurance." And registration? In all my haste, I hand him my insurance card and a credit card. "Uh, you can have that back, Ma'am." Fuck. "Sorry, guess you don't need that. Hell, I don't need that. Not like there's any room left on it." I force myself to shut up and hand him my brightly colored Hawaii ID. "You just moved here from Kihei?" "Yep." "Why?" The million dollar question. And with that, they come... tears. Not a plethora of them, just two - one from each eye, slowing streaming down my cheeks. "I don't know now... mainly because I couldn't afford it anymore." AKA, I can't pay that ticket you're about to write, so PLEASE don't write it!! Sniffle, sniffle. He sighs and goes back to his motorcycle for a few minutes and I am sure he is writing me a big fat ticket. No doubt about this one. I am definitely going further into debt today. Fuck. He comes back. "My wife and I have a condo in Kihei. We love it there." Lovely - good for you. Must be nice. Just give me the God damned ticket and get it over with. Seriously. "You were going 56 in a 40. I'm giving you a warning today. Take care." I just stare at him as he walks off. Either the guy has a real fondness for that condo in Kihei, or he got the not-so-subtle hints that a ticket could be somewhat financially tragic. Or, maybe it was the tears....
Saturday, July 1, 2006
Panic?
AAHHHH!! What did I do? The move back was supposed to be EASY!!!! Ugh...
No, its not that bad. I am just the queen of nostalgia - you're right, Mom, the grass IS always greener on the other side! Its been great seeing my family and Seattle friends again! I have just spend the week back in Idaho with my family... went from sunbathing on the sandy beach to working in the fields on a dirty farm. Talk about culture shock. Luckily I adapt well.
Back in Seattle this weekend, its time to start to seriously RE-adjust. No more whining about what I left, no more calculating the time difference, and no more daydreaming about what all those that I left are doing there on the island. Time to get serious. I start work at the Greenlake Starbucks (yes, the really nice one with the balcony!) next week. And, Chrisitan has, of course, been the perfect host already - making me feel right at home in his home. Thanks, Friend.
Give me a week or two and I will be fine....
No, its not that bad. I am just the queen of nostalgia - you're right, Mom, the grass IS always greener on the other side! Its been great seeing my family and Seattle friends again! I have just spend the week back in Idaho with my family... went from sunbathing on the sandy beach to working in the fields on a dirty farm. Talk about culture shock. Luckily I adapt well.
Back in Seattle this weekend, its time to start to seriously RE-adjust. No more whining about what I left, no more calculating the time difference, and no more daydreaming about what all those that I left are doing there on the island. Time to get serious. I start work at the Greenlake Starbucks (yes, the really nice one with the balcony!) next week. And, Chrisitan has, of course, been the perfect host already - making me feel right at home in his home. Thanks, Friend.
Give me a week or two and I will be fine....
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