Last day of work. I am very sad to leave. I have really come to love the folks here. I am sad.
Will write more later.
May 28, 2004
May 14, 2004
May 13, 2004
*GASP* Another post!? No way! Yes, it's true...
Jason and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary on Tuesday. Two years! It’s been such a wonderful two years. I’m still basking in the afterglow of the really fun day that we had. (Aren’t you people glad that I’m not a gusher and that I only gush about Jason once in a blue moon? I am. I disgust myself.)
As Alinna calls it, it was a perfectly ghettofabulous day. So, I will describe what we did that day, by describing the true San Francisco people that we met along the way.
So, Jason took me to ride on the cable car in the city.
The guy who sold us the tickets for the cable car was so happy to hear that we were locals and that we spoke English. He looked like the type of guy who did this job during the day and then played in a metal band at night. As we’re walking away, he wished us a Merry Christmas.
We went from Union Square to Fisherman’s Wharf. I think the last time I did that was in the 6th grade or something. So, the cable car driver (conductor?), was really rude to all the tourists, and kept yelling at them. He was this skinny guy in his forties maybe. He had long hair and didn’t look particularly clean. He kept yelling at people to take out their cameras, see the city, and stand on the running boards on the side of the car instead of in his way. And then, he started talking about how people should not jump out of the cable car backwards, because then he would have to scrape their brains up off the concrete. Lovely.
So, we got to Fisherman’s Wharf where it was hecka windy. Instead of going to the tourist trap fisherman’s wharf, we started wandering the opposite direction along the water. We stumbled onto Fort Mason, and we just kinda wandered around. We were so proud of ourselves; I kept saying, “See, this is where the locals go. We’re locals. Not tourists.” Fort Mason’s pretty nice. It has these little hills covered in grass, and I kept trying to convince Jason there were guns under the hills in case the enemy entered into the bay and tried to attack. In the middle of the hills, there’s this random 40-foot statue of a man in a suit with his arms out like he’s talking. We tried to find a placard or something that would tell us who or what this was. But, none could be found.
We then went to Fisherman’s Wharf, and we found this random pier that had been converted into a quasi-museum. It had all these old/antique arcade games. I don’t mean Atari. I think these used to be housed near the Cliff House. These are pretty creepy. The have ones called “Opium Days” that has a bunch of undistinguishable Asian (either Chinese or Japanese) people smoking opium (or passed out from smoking). Then, there’s one called “English Execution” and “Guillotine.” For 25 cents, you actually get to watch a beheading (of a little figurine). It was disturbing. This is when Jason and I left. And then we saw the Bush-man. This is the guy on Fisherman’s wharf who sets up bushes and branches in front of him and then, moves them suddenly to scare tourists. We watched, amusedly, from across the street.
We had lunch and then went to get in line to take the Cable Car back to Powell. While we were in line, there was this 50+ year old man playing an electric guitar. He would randomly make all these weird comments in between songs. And then, he’d go around asking for money every time a car left. So, imagine Rick Star, but with long hair, bad teeth, and a slightly crazed look in his eyes. That was this man.
So, there you have it, the weird men of San Francisco. It was a wonderful, relaxing day. Oh, yes, we had more fun when we returned to Oakland. We went to see 13 Going On 30. Awwwwww….yeah! I can’t believe I’ve now seen this twice. What a wonderful movie. It makes me giggle, cry, and shriek every time! And then we had scrumptious dinner at Tony Roma’s. Not so romantic, but very Jason and Ev. It was a wonderful way to celebrate a wonderful two years. *content sigh*
Jason and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary on Tuesday. Two years! It’s been such a wonderful two years. I’m still basking in the afterglow of the really fun day that we had. (Aren’t you people glad that I’m not a gusher and that I only gush about Jason once in a blue moon? I am. I disgust myself.)
As Alinna calls it, it was a perfectly ghettofabulous day. So, I will describe what we did that day, by describing the true San Francisco people that we met along the way.
So, Jason took me to ride on the cable car in the city.
The guy who sold us the tickets for the cable car was so happy to hear that we were locals and that we spoke English. He looked like the type of guy who did this job during the day and then played in a metal band at night. As we’re walking away, he wished us a Merry Christmas.
We went from Union Square to Fisherman’s Wharf. I think the last time I did that was in the 6th grade or something. So, the cable car driver (conductor?), was really rude to all the tourists, and kept yelling at them. He was this skinny guy in his forties maybe. He had long hair and didn’t look particularly clean. He kept yelling at people to take out their cameras, see the city, and stand on the running boards on the side of the car instead of in his way. And then, he started talking about how people should not jump out of the cable car backwards, because then he would have to scrape their brains up off the concrete. Lovely.
So, we got to Fisherman’s Wharf where it was hecka windy. Instead of going to the tourist trap fisherman’s wharf, we started wandering the opposite direction along the water. We stumbled onto Fort Mason, and we just kinda wandered around. We were so proud of ourselves; I kept saying, “See, this is where the locals go. We’re locals. Not tourists.” Fort Mason’s pretty nice. It has these little hills covered in grass, and I kept trying to convince Jason there were guns under the hills in case the enemy entered into the bay and tried to attack. In the middle of the hills, there’s this random 40-foot statue of a man in a suit with his arms out like he’s talking. We tried to find a placard or something that would tell us who or what this was. But, none could be found.
We then went to Fisherman’s Wharf, and we found this random pier that had been converted into a quasi-museum. It had all these old/antique arcade games. I don’t mean Atari. I think these used to be housed near the Cliff House. These are pretty creepy. The have ones called “Opium Days” that has a bunch of undistinguishable Asian (either Chinese or Japanese) people smoking opium (or passed out from smoking). Then, there’s one called “English Execution” and “Guillotine.” For 25 cents, you actually get to watch a beheading (of a little figurine). It was disturbing. This is when Jason and I left. And then we saw the Bush-man. This is the guy on Fisherman’s wharf who sets up bushes and branches in front of him and then, moves them suddenly to scare tourists. We watched, amusedly, from across the street.
We had lunch and then went to get in line to take the Cable Car back to Powell. While we were in line, there was this 50+ year old man playing an electric guitar. He would randomly make all these weird comments in between songs. And then, he’d go around asking for money every time a car left. So, imagine Rick Star, but with long hair, bad teeth, and a slightly crazed look in his eyes. That was this man.
So, there you have it, the weird men of San Francisco. It was a wonderful, relaxing day. Oh, yes, we had more fun when we returned to Oakland. We went to see 13 Going On 30. Awwwwww….yeah! I can’t believe I’ve now seen this twice. What a wonderful movie. It makes me giggle, cry, and shriek every time! And then we had scrumptious dinner at Tony Roma’s. Not so romantic, but very Jason and Ev. It was a wonderful way to celebrate a wonderful two years. *content sigh*
May 10, 2004
I have been the world’s most horrible blogger.
And, you can bet this isn’t some turning point in my blogging. Just because I blogged again, doesn’t mean I’m gonna become like Al and blog everyday.
So, I have 13 more days of work. Count ‘em: 13. Craziness. It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be leaving yet. It just feels like I’m doing the work. I can’t believe I’ve been here for three years. I can’t believe how familiar I am with this position. I can’t believe that I’m going to be leaving my boss and my coworkers. I never thought I’d feel any sense of loss over leaving. Heh. I don’t actually feel too much loss. I guess it’s because I’ve always kinda known that this position was just a transitional job. I always planned on leaving after a few years. I am having some separation anxiety in leaving the work. I feel like I’ve poured a lot of myself into this product that I’ve created. It’s hard to try to teach it to someone new. But, she’ll do fine with it. I hope she improves it and makes it worlds better than what I’ve made it into.
So, I’ve been doing a bit of reflecting lately on the past 3 years since college. It has not been the smoothest ride, but it has been a character building, faith stretching one. A few highlights:
(1) the best roommate to date leaving me and our beautiful Oakland apartment
(2) getting screwed over by the crazy girl from Boston who was supposed to move into my place
(3) meeting and dating Jason *warm fuzzies*
(4) CIBC: youth worship, YAF core, worship team…and then leaving to go to…
(5) Berkeley Mosaic: a community group that has challenged me to love the Word, encouraged my weary soul, taught me what it meant to love one another in Christ, and introduced me to limeade and que bueno!
(6) My mom getting sick, my sister going to college. It’s a new place for my family. We have grown so much closer and better for it. My love for my family has deepened, taking strong root
(7) Spiritual apathy to devotion to apathy to devotion to apathy…you know what I mean…
(8) Weeks and weeks of phonetag with O.
(9) Thursday drive-home calls with Al.
So, I’m moving out of Oakland on June 9. And then I get on a plane June 21. There will be crying when I leave my family. I will cry when Jason leaves Baltimore. But haha! I will be back! End of July for more locations of Wedding Tour 2004.
And, guys, suddenly, we’re all adults. Those of you who have dreamed of moving and being a missionary, you’ve moved to other countries to be missionaries. You have gotten engaged, or married, or pregnant. You have changed jobs; you have become teachers (real teachers teaching real kids!), you have gotten Master degrees; you have had to deal with car repairs from hell; you have fallen into debt and paid off debts. We are adults.
And it’s kinda bittersweet. I want to say, “BLEH!” but I also want to say, “BRING IT!”
Ok, I’m prattling on and on and on…
Enough for now. I will try to be better about blogging. Thank you for still checking and reading.
And, you can bet this isn’t some turning point in my blogging. Just because I blogged again, doesn’t mean I’m gonna become like Al and blog everyday.
So, I have 13 more days of work. Count ‘em: 13. Craziness. It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be leaving yet. It just feels like I’m doing the work. I can’t believe I’ve been here for three years. I can’t believe how familiar I am with this position. I can’t believe that I’m going to be leaving my boss and my coworkers. I never thought I’d feel any sense of loss over leaving. Heh. I don’t actually feel too much loss. I guess it’s because I’ve always kinda known that this position was just a transitional job. I always planned on leaving after a few years. I am having some separation anxiety in leaving the work. I feel like I’ve poured a lot of myself into this product that I’ve created. It’s hard to try to teach it to someone new. But, she’ll do fine with it. I hope she improves it and makes it worlds better than what I’ve made it into.
So, I’ve been doing a bit of reflecting lately on the past 3 years since college. It has not been the smoothest ride, but it has been a character building, faith stretching one. A few highlights:
(1) the best roommate to date leaving me and our beautiful Oakland apartment
(2) getting screwed over by the crazy girl from Boston who was supposed to move into my place
(3) meeting and dating Jason *warm fuzzies*
(4) CIBC: youth worship, YAF core, worship team…and then leaving to go to…
(5) Berkeley Mosaic: a community group that has challenged me to love the Word, encouraged my weary soul, taught me what it meant to love one another in Christ, and introduced me to limeade and que bueno!
(6) My mom getting sick, my sister going to college. It’s a new place for my family. We have grown so much closer and better for it. My love for my family has deepened, taking strong root
(7) Spiritual apathy to devotion to apathy to devotion to apathy…you know what I mean…
(8) Weeks and weeks of phonetag with O.
(9) Thursday drive-home calls with Al.
So, I’m moving out of Oakland on June 9. And then I get on a plane June 21. There will be crying when I leave my family. I will cry when Jason leaves Baltimore. But haha! I will be back! End of July for more locations of Wedding Tour 2004.
And, guys, suddenly, we’re all adults. Those of you who have dreamed of moving and being a missionary, you’ve moved to other countries to be missionaries. You have gotten engaged, or married, or pregnant. You have changed jobs; you have become teachers (real teachers teaching real kids!), you have gotten Master degrees; you have had to deal with car repairs from hell; you have fallen into debt and paid off debts. We are adults.
And it’s kinda bittersweet. I want to say, “BLEH!” but I also want to say, “BRING IT!”
Ok, I’m prattling on and on and on…
Enough for now. I will try to be better about blogging. Thank you for still checking and reading.