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Date:2006-04-02 17:53
Subject:What??
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Mood: grumpy

Another gem from Scott's office mate, he was talking about hunting moose.

"I would only shoot a bull since they don't propagate the species."

Which made me wonder how he possibly managed to father a kid himself.

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Date:2006-03-27 19:12
Subject:Stupidity
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Mood: giggly

Today was a hard day for Scott. Since hiring a new programmer, the stupidity level in his office has risen to an unhealthy amount. Nobody likes this guy, and I was the first to offer my opinion even while everyone else was bravely giving him a chance. So what's so bad about this guy? He has to argue with you about everything. He thinks he's being funny, but it's really just obnoxious. Of course, when he's not trying to be funny, he's trying to be obnoxious on purpose, and when he does that most people get up and leave the room.

So today this guy and his female counterpart were in Scott's office making fun of (of all things) stupid people and white trash. Scott was trying his hardest to tune them out when the subject of his officemate's lunch came up. He was all proud that he had a piece of venison for lunch because he believes a lot of people have issues with him eating "Bambi." He even says; "I like to call it Bambi because it offends people." It gets worse. The next words out of his mouth are: "I just don't get people who say they don't eat Bambi and then go to the grocery store and buy cut up meat. It's so hypocratic."

Unable to keep quiet any longer, Scott cuts in with: "Isn't that the type of meat doctors buy?" They didn't get it.

The only good thing is, after the initial frustration with having to listen to them, this one comment has provided hours of entertainment for Scott and I and another of his (smart) coworkers.

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Date:2005-12-19 20:35
Subject:Reflections
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Mood: optimistic

When I was younger we didn't do anything on Sundays. I used to hate Sundays because it meant just sitting around the house being bored. Now that winter has set in and things have slowed down for us, Scott and I find ourselves not doing anything on Sundays. I have turned into my parents... and the older I get the more apparent it gets. Our last few Sundays have consisted of sleeping in, lying in bed for a while after being awake, cooking breakfast, and sitting around in our pajamas reading. It's been nice. We get everything done on Saturday and then declare Sunday book and tea day.

However, amidst all the relaxing and slowing down, I always get struck with the same urge every year at this time. I want to thru hike the Appalachian Trail. I become obsessed with it. I look at gear, I read hiking pages, and I read online journals of people who have done it. I think it happens now because if I were going to do it, this is the planning/preparing stage. The typical start date is March 1st. To just be able to drop everything, put "life" as we know it on pause and simplify and care about what really matters: carrying all you need with your biggest concerns being food and shelter. It's very appealing. I also think that someday I'm going to at least attempt it. Right now with all of our bills it would be impossible to quit work for 6 months. Scott thinks we have enough saved that he could cover the bills and I could go now. But part of the experience for me would be to be able to share it with him. And I would feel really guilty hiking and not working while he stayed home and worked to support me.

So I dream about it. Come July or August when it gets hot and buggy the dream fades away. But it always comes back. So for now I'll enjoy my quiet Sundays, read.... and plan.

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Date:2005-10-16 20:56
Subject:Simplify, simplify
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Mood: optimistic

One very cool feature about my current job is home projects. I am allowed to build two personal projects a year and they only cost me 17% of the purchase price. We have been needing well-made bookcases for ages, so as soon as my 90 days was up, I got permission to make my own. However, having only been there three months and doing only building, I wasn't familiar with how much work went into each piece. I soon found out. After working a 9-9 1/2 hour day, I would punch out and work another 2-2 1/2 hours. I started my project August 30th, the bookcases came home September 21st. I did everything myself, from picking and cutting the lumber, then building, sanding, and finishing. It was a ton of work, but extremely worth it. They are the nicest pieces of furniture on our place and they hold all of our books. It's been the most satisfying thing I've ever done.

Despite the fact that I enjoy building furniture, I've been looking for another job. Partly because, while I like it, I don't think I could make this my career. The air is horrible to breathe, the pay sucks, and there is no upward movement. I've also recently become very interested in the subject of environmental sustainability, and that plays a part in all my decisions now.

It started, (or re-started, I've always felt this way, but didn't know what to call it), when I found a book at the Dartmouth book store called Radical Simplicty. I thought it sounded interesting, so it went on the Amazon wishlist. A few months later, I was getting an oil change and while reading the paper I noticed that the author was giving a reading that night and that he'd been hired in June to be Dartmouth's Sustainability Director.

I went to the reading and it was fantastic. It was about all the ideas I had and believed in and thought I would learn about before RIT ruined my faith in the environmental field. Sustainability mostly deals with the idea that we've lost sight of our real purpose in life. That working to buy stuff we don't need because we think it makes us happy is not really working for us, and that type of thinking is harming the environment (think SUV's). The main focus of the book deals with the idea that we all get a set number of acres that can support our life, right now it's about 5 acres per person, that's gotten by diving the number of usable acres by the total world population. The author's point is, that if everyone were to live like Americans, everyone would need 24 acres to support their lifestyle. Obviously, that isn't going to work, so we need to rethink the way we live. Mostly by buying less stuff, driving less, and having fewer children. It then goes on to describe how, if we learn to buy less stuff, we have more money, and we can then work less and have more time to do stuff that really matters to us, and by doing this we lessen our ecological footprint.

This is what I believed in and wanted to learn how to do before RIT. Now I may get that chance by working closely with this guy to try and make Dartmouth more sustainable. For me that would be a fantastic opportunity, and I'm hoping I get the chance. So once again, I'm looking to change jobs, but hopefully this time it will be a better match.

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Date:2005-08-18 19:13
Subject:Thank you, Ted
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Mood: amused

A "theory" of Intelligent Design.

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Date:2005-08-10 20:57
Subject:That's news to me
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What liberals and their allies in the environmentalist wacko movement fail to understand is: their message has gotten out. Their anti-capitalist, socialist, gloom-and-doom, fear-based, lunatic ravings have been amplified -- and Americans understand exactly who they are, and what they're about. As the "Mr. Big" of the vast right-wing conspiracy, I am proud, ladies and gentlemen, to play a major part in the exposé leading to their depression.
- Rush Limbaugh April 25, 2005


Anyway, read that a while ago and found it interesting.

I'm still building furniture and I still really like it. I kinda feel guilty about it though. I feel like since I went to college I should be doing something with that, and it doesn't help that my mother agrees, but I can't remember the last time I enjoyed working so much. Of course, not being a doctor or college professor limits my choices here as well. Besides, how can I not have fun at a place where my supervisor, in the middle of helping me, says: "Hold on, I need to go tell Dan that Dwight (company owner)just came in his back door. I pick on him every time Dwight goes through the door by him. (Pause) You know Dwight's gay, right?"

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Date:2005-06-14 18:57
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Mood: happy

So I ended up leaving my awful job. The other secretary also walked out the same day I did, it was a good feeling to let them know exactly what we thought of how we were being treated. As for employment, I answered a newspaper ad with the idea of "why not?" and have found myself enjoying work for the first time in two years. And the people are cool, too. For the current moment, and quite possibly for a while, I am building furniture for Pompanoosuc Mills. Yup, building furniture. I have no experience, unless you count the fact that I apparently inherited my father's "give that man some tools and he can fix/build anything" genes. In my first week I was told by all three of my supervisors that I should be proud of myself for what I accomplished considering my lack of experience using power tools. Cool.

It was recently voted one of Vermont's top places to work, and I can see why. The schedule is flexible, overtime is encouraged, but not forced, supervisors are nice and helpful, the other workers were welcoming (most are office burnouts), and best of all, I'm left alone to work. If I'm given something to build that I've done before, I'm just given the pieces and that's it, nobody is watching over my shoulder. If it's something new, I get piece by piece instructions and left to follow them. The day flies, and I learn a lot. So for taking a chance, it's turning out well.

As for married life... it's pretty much the same as before, except calling Scott my husband when talking to other people still sounds really weird :-).

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Date:2005-05-23 15:12
Subject:I, Melissa....
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Mood: loved

Apache Wedding Prayer and Pronouncement:
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there is no more loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is one life before you. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your life together. And may your days be good, and long upon the Earth.

Picture.

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Date:2005-05-19 21:01
Subject:Awesome
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From Ted:

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at cocktail parties. Now
and then--just to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to
another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think
alone--"to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true.

Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking
all the time. That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I had
turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent
that night at her mother's.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix,
but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I
could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and
confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me
to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop
thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot
to think about.

I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed,
"I've been thinking ..." "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I
want a divorce!" "But honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious,"
she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and
college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we
won't have any money!" "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently. She
exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with
the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door I headed for
the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot
with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors... They didn't
open. The library was closed. To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was
looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground, clawing at the
unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye.
"Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably
recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's Anonymous poster.
Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA
meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was
"Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since
the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road
to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I registered to vote as a
Republican.

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Date:2005-05-16 20:52
Subject:
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Mood: aggravated

So my job has gotten steadily worse. The idiot I work for, being retired military, believes firmly in the "Command and Control" philosophy to govern those working with him. Friday he used this technique to make himself feel powerful by doing what he believed was getting his secretaries in line. First he yelled at Janice for something, and it was bad enough that she wouldn't talk to me about and she left early. Next he pulled me into the conference room to ask if I was satisfied with my job, because lately, it didn't seem like it to him. "We hired you because you have an engineering degree (I don't, and never told him that I did) and because there was plenty of room for you to expand your potential here. Right now you should be using your intelligence to take the initiative and show some interest in the company. You can start by making sure the copier is always full of paper because that makes life easier for everyone else here. You should also check the fax machine every hour and if there is something there, make sure all the pages are there, staple it, and deliver it to the engineer it's for." I almost walked out the door Friday not planning on being there today. We have two male interns who aren't expected to use their education, such as it is, to fill the copier. It's really frustrating.

I do have a few people on my side, one woman was appalled by what Dan told me, and another of the engineers laughed when I told him the line about using my degree to keep the copier full. The same woman also pointed out that the last few secretaries have left because of Dan and I told her it would keep happening if he's allowed to keep treating us like garbage.

Since Friday was "Command" day, today naturally became "Control" day. "What's with the little sticky notes? All day all I've seen you do is walk around with little sticky notes." Me: "John has me looking for a bunch of older projects and this is what he writes the numbers down on." "Oh, I was just wondering since that's all I've seen you do."

I have a feeling my time is limited there.

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Date:2005-05-05 06:53
Subject:Dog Days of Spring
Security:Public
Mood: determined

Part I: The Search

So we’re thinking of adding a dog to our little two-person family. I’ve wanted a dog for a while, but the wanting was made worse by Caroline’s recent visit with Shadow. I originally wanted a miniature pinscher, so I looked at a few rescue websites. On a hunch, I also dragged Scott into the local pet store and, of course, they had one. For $800. What the hell? The dang thing only weighed about 5 pounds. And while it was damn cute, I wasn’t paying $800 for it, that’s more than our monthly rent. While there, we also noticed the cute little guy in the next cage over. He turned out to be a rat terrier. For $800. I think the reasoning behind this is we live in an area where people can, and do, spend this type of money on whatever they want and don’t even think twice about it. (I went back a week after we first saw these two and both had been sold.)

I wasn’t going to buy my dog in a pet store anyway, so the price tag just reaffirmed my belief that rescuing a dog is much better. We talked to sales girl anyway (information turned out to still be free), and she told us some traits of the rat terrier that convinced Scott that he wanted one.

Once back home, I found a great rescue site for them, www.ratbonerescue.com that was made even better by the fact that when I first saw it I read it as “rat boner,” and did a double take. (Yeah, I’m never growing up.) Anyway, I went through and looked at the dogs they had available all across the county being cared for by foster parents. I finally settled on Sidney because she sounded well trained and lovable, was in Ontario and therefore knew what cold weather was, and was tiny, 7 pounds fully grown. I filled out an application and waited eagerly to hear back.

Meanwhile, I tell my parents, Caroline and Mike (I used them as references after all), and Scott’s parents. My parents knew this was coming some day so weren’t too surprised, Caroline brought up the point that I couldn’t meet her first so I should also check out the shelter, and Scott’s parents react by saying, “You can’t bring her here when you visit.” Not quite the range of reactions I anticipated, but at the time I was too excited to think much about it. I would get mad later.

I also took Caroline’s advice (after all, this girl has a great ability to pick out awesome pets) and looked at the Humane Society website for Vermont and New Hampshire. Of course, I find another dog that would fit our needs. Cola, (can we say, “I need a new name?”) is a Chow/Basenji mix that is well trained and loves to go hiking. It also says that she loves quiet evenings at home with her people. By now Scott is getting worried, we went from no dogs to two in the space of a day. To ease his worries I set up an appointment to go meet the dog at the shelter.

Almost a week passes, we are seeing the shelter dog on Saturday and we are still waiting to hear back about Sidney. Finally on Friday I open my e-mail and inside is a letter from Sidney’s foster mom. Basically it says: “Sidney can’t go the eight hours you’re at work without going to the bathroom. She can barely go four. Also, she might have accidents anyway and she usually can’t make it through the night either. Can you build a doggy-door so she can sometimes make it outside? If not she might be able to use a litter box.”

Hmmm. Scott’s never had a dog so I don’t think I want to introduce him to owning one by finding pee and poop on the floor. At least not every day. So I forward him the e-mail and call him to see what he thinks. I was correct in guessing that he would be less than enthused. We agree this isn’t the right dog for us even though we really wanted her. Later I send him an e-mail telling him I thought we made the right decision since we also have to consider everyone else. Can you imagine:

“Hey, mom, thanks for watching her while we’re in PA. Oh, by the way, she’ll poop on the floor while you’re gone.”

“Here’s your apartment back Anson. Don’t mind the smell, it’s just two years of dog poop and pee. But don’t worry, we vacuumed!”

Right.

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Date:2005-05-03 07:15
Subject:Here we go again....
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Mood: depressed

So what I thought would be a good job that would give me some engineering experience has turned into me being a secretary to a sexist civil engineer. Who is always complaining that they have trouble finding good secretaries. Hello? Maybe if he treated people with an ounce of respect he'd get the same in return. Not only that, though, everyone else thinks I should be doing more, so they don't give me busywork to do, so when I'm not stuck making copies for the idiot, I'm not doing anything. This is turning into a repeat of Harrisburg, but with less money, no benefits as of yet, and no private office. I should just start getting paid to job search.

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Date:2005-04-20 20:06
Subject:Perfect timing
Security:Public
Mood: aggravated

Article from Jay.Collapse )

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Date:2005-04-03 10:04
Subject:Scott's a dork
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Mood: excited

About 4 or 5 years ago I bought a Canon digital Elph and have never gone back to film. I've also taken about 1100 pictures with it. About a year ago, though, I was wishing for more manual options and more zoom. So I started looking at what was out there starting with Olympus and then Sony. I settled on a Sony F717 and then realized they were no longer available at most trusted stores because Sony was coming out with the F828. I started looking at eBay and they were selling for between $5-700. At the time I thought that was a lot and then I remembered Yahoo auctions. They had a lot of auctions for the F717 and they were going for $2-300. I watched for a few days and then won one of my own for $325. Realizing I wasn't going to use it again, I then sold my Canon EOS Elan II film camera to the camera store in Carlisle for a little over $200 and put the money toward the Sony.

End result? I was scammed. I had e-mail contact with my Yahoo "seller" a few times, but as soon as the money order was there, nothing. I was pissed and went through the whole process of filing a claim. The thing with Yahoo, though, is you don't get all your money back, you're only covered for $200 minus a $25 fee. But at least I got that back. It also turns out all of the other F717 for sale were scams, too, even though there were about 25 up for bid at the same time. I sent e-mail to Yahoo to let them know, but I don't think the monitor their auctions and I know I'll never buy anything off there again.

So now what? After all this happened, I no longer wanted the Sony and I had started looking at Nikon's line of fixed lens cameras. I forget which one I decided on when I started thinking that for a couple hundred more I could get the Canon Digital Rebel. For a couple hundred, the ability to change lenses was worth it. So I started doing research. I found that while a lot of people liked it, there were some complaints about it that I knew I might agree with, so I went to look at it. It was ok, but I had never been impressed with Canon Rebel line which is why I bought the EOS Elan II way back in 1998. The next model up in Canon's line turned out to be more than I wanted to spend.

Enter the Nikon D70. It was Nikon's answer to the Rebel and from what I'd read, took all the user complaints about the Canon and made sure the D70 had what people wanted and then some. After about a year of research I was pretty sure I had now found what I wanted, except that with a lens the camera goes for about $1200. With the new job, Scott and I made a savings plan and figured we might have enough by September.

Which brings me to yesterday. (Yes, all this crap was leading to a point). It was our first weekend together since we moved and it's raining. So we decide to go to Best Buy so I can look at the Nikon to make sure it's what I really want and so Scott can look at the geek stuff. After I'm done checking out the camera I go tell Scott, "You know, I could get that camera and with their financing, it would only be $34 a month." Now, I had told him about the financing before because that is how I bought my Elph way back when. At the time, Scott said he didn't want another monthly bill and he'd rather save for it. Well, in true Scott forgetful form, he says, "Really? I didn't know you could do that. Why don't you get it?" What?? So I tell him I'm just kidding, but he finds out you can get a 12 month No Interest option and makes his argument that he didn't know that and he'd rather pay for it over 12 months than save a lot and then empty savings.

To make a long story short, (too late), we debated, discussed our money with the new job and realized we could very easily afford to do that, so now I'm the happy owner of a Nikon D70 after almost a year of searching and trying to decide what to do. It's very cool. It does more than what I know to do with it at the moment, but I think I made the right choice. Now if it would only stop raining so I could take pictures of something besides our apartment and Scott doing dumb things :-).

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Date:2005-03-25 09:47
Subject:
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Mood: optimistic

So I got myself a real job. I start Monday at Bruno Associates as an environmental engineer in training. I'm pretty excited about it for a few reasons. The company has a great reputation and the people I met were pretty cool. I imagine it will be a lot like my job at TES Environmental. The job also means more money than EMS and weekends off. Retail gets old fast, I got pretty tired of asking for days off and being denied and then being asked to work extra because someone else didn't show up.

So it seems like we are finally getting settled here. Our short term goal is to enjoy the summer, we have a lot of hiking, camping, kayaking, and family/friend visits planned and our next long term goal will be a house. Oh yeah, and a wedding in there somewhere once we figure out how we want to do it :-).

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Date:2005-02-21 21:39
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Mood: awake

A friend of Scott's is fantastically good at recommending awesome movies. The most recent pick was Saw. The closest movie I can compare it to is Seven. "It gets the brain going," Scott says. Sitting here, it's impossible trying to come up with a description, all I can say is watch it. I'm not even sure anyone reads my journal anymore since I never update, but if I'm updating to recommend this movie, it has to be good, right? :-).

New Hampshire still rocks. It's also still cold and snowing. Still working at EMS, but I have a job interview next week at an environmental engineering company in Woodstock, VT. I've got a good feeling about it. The best thing about a new job would be weekends off, so I'm really hoping to get it.

So that's all my news. Kinda pathetic, but oh well.

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Date:2005-01-16 21:56
Subject:Life
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Mood: peaceful

We love New Hampshire. Moving here was, by far, the best thing we've ever done. I love the small town life, the friendly, intelligent people, the weather. I'm never going to leave. Not only that, we both like our jobs. We don't even classify what Scott does as work, Friday he left early and still got paid because he was bored and a leak in his ceiling was being fixed. His boss didn't care because he was off skiing for the day. Days when he is there, he looks forward to going and seeing the people he works with.

I ended up with a job at Eastern Mountain Sports (I didn't pass Borders' fake online "Psychology" test, 32 pages with 9 questions each about whether: "I'm happy all the time, agree or disagree"), and for retail it's turned out to surprisingly non-shitty. The employee discount is phenomenal, and since we have a lot of part-time people to work evenings, I always have good day shifts, usually no later than 6:00pm. My manager is also understanding about me wanting to spend time with Scott so I have the next two Saturday's off. I never got treated like that at Sam's Club.

Bill Bryson once said that New England has "...weather so bad the people that live there are actually proud of it." So true. We had almost no snow in December and people here were pretty disappointed. In January it's done nothing but snow and be cold and everyone is happy. Nobody complains about driving in it, and they actually know how to. Not once have I felt nervous while driving here. Everyone here does something outdoorsy, and because of that they have awesome travel stories. One guy I work with has thru hiked the Appalachian Trail twice and the Pacific Crest Trail once, that's a total of about 7,000 miles of hiking.

I guess after Harrisburg, anything would have been better, but I'm really glad we are here. It's perfect.

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Date:2004-12-08 14:45
Subject:RIT was a waste
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Mood: pissed off

It is so unbelievable depressing how worthless my RIT degree is. Not only have I not ever been able to get a job in my chosen field, I'm paying $208.87 a month for something that has no value. I'm paying a little bit more than that for my car, but only after a year it has proved invaluable. If I knew then what I know now, I would have skipped RIT and just bought a new car and invested the rest. I don't know if I would be better off financially, but if going to RIT results in working at Borders and not going to RIT resulted in working at Borders, what's the point??

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Date:2004-11-11 10:58
Subject:Moving news
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As of last weekend we have a place to live in NH. Since I'm going to lose most of my sick days, my job allowed me to use a few to have a long weekend, so I went home last Thursday, and Friday morning my dad and I made the 2 1/2 hour trip over. I had set up three appointments during the week, I wanted to see as many places as possible to get a good idea of the area.

The first was at 10:00am with a company that only dealt with renting apartments and the woman there had three to show me. The first one sounded great, it was on a lake, was close to Scott's work, and had hiking/biking trails nearby. What she didn't mention was that it was a converted motel. A small one. They could have made two decent apartments out of the whole place, but instead there were about 5. It was extremely tiny, and I knew we were in trouble when she got all excited about the fact that the kitchen table folded out of the wall. This place was also $600 a month. There was no way we were living here, but to give her credit it did have a nice view of the lake.

Apartment number 2 was on roads that would have been impossible to negotiate if we ever got snow or ice, and last time I checked, NH got both in large quantities. We were being shown this one because it had a larger kitchen. It did, but the floor also slanted at a pretty noticeable angle, not to mention the awful smell we immediately noticed when we walked in the door. All for $700 a month, electric heat not included.

Apartment #3 was a two bedroom closer to town. The people had just moved out, so she said she hadn't had time to look at it, but she could show it to us anyway. She should have looked at it first. The carpets were stained, the floors were lumpy and uneven, and the kitchen looked old and dirty. She assured me that new carpet would be put in along with new linoleum in the kitchen, but I doubt it would have made a difference. This one was $750, but we could have it for $700 since there was two of us. Gee thanks. We thanked her, she left, and when we were back in the car my dad was like, "What did you think?" "Pretty barfy." "Yeah, I wouldn't live in those either."

Apartment 4 was owned by a guy who owned a few other houses/apartments and ran some laundromats. We had passed this house while looking at the others and it looked really nice on the outside. It had washers and dryers on site, and supposedly a new kitchen with dishwasher and microwave, and was on the first floor. The guy who owns it is in a wheel chair, so his friend came by to show it. It turned out to be on the second floor with no evidence of a new kitchen. But, it was by far the nicest place we had seen. It was really clean, had just been painted, the bedroom and living rooms were a good size and the kitchen was OK. The only problem with the kitchen was that it had an apartment stove, not a full size one and that was one of Scott's requests, a full size oven. But compared to what I had seen, it wasn't bad for $700/mo.

This guy also showed us two more that were more expensive and on par with the last apartment the woman had shown us. So I called my last appointment to confirm we were still coming and then we went to lunch. By now I was pretty worried about what we might find. We couldn't really afford to spend too much more a month, plus we didn't want to. I was worried that the small oven in the last apartment would really bother Scott, but it was also the best place we had seen. So I called him at work to give him the update. He said the small oven was OK if it was the best we found. I knew he'd compromise, but I didn't want him to. I told him I had one more to see and I'd let him know what happened.

Conveniently, the last place was right up the road. It was an older yellow house, but it didn't look too bad. There was someone living there, but it would be ready for us. We walked in to what I would call an entry way, but was told was the "living room." It was small, all that was in there was a computer desk. But then we went into the kitchen. It was huge and really nice. It was so big, the guy living there had a dining room table set up plus his couch and a coffee table in it with room to spare. The bathroom was small, but better than some we had seen, too. The bedroom was also huge, plenty of room for our computers, bed, plants, shelves, etc. The whole place has lots of windows, was warm, clean, and well-kept. It also had a huge deck, a river view, a garden, and the possibility of me being able to get a small dog. It was almost too good to be true after what we had seen, plus it was cheaper than what we are paying now in PA, heat included. It was also withing walking distance to a whole bunch of places including Taco Bell, L.L. Bean, Eastern Mountain Sports, Borders, Best Buy, a few grocery stores, Post Office, laundromat, etc. I filled out an application and told him we definitely wanted it. He said he'd check our credit and get back to me. Later that night, the apartment was ours and I sent the landlord our security deposit.

My dad really liked the place and the area it was in, so that was good because he noticed things I wouldn't like the quality of the windows. It was a relief to find a place to live, so now all we have to worry about is packing. A week from Saturday and we'll be there, I can't wait.

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Date:2004-11-02 20:05
Subject:On the news...
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Mood: amused

Scott and I were watching the local news, when they did a segment on the polls and how long the lines were here Susquehanna Township. The woman news person did the predictable talk to a person in line:

News Anchor: "Hi, sir, what's your name?"

Man in Line: "I'm (name), and I'm here to vote for John Kerry and against George Bush."

News Anchor: "Why is that?"

Man in Line: "Because we have to get that idiot out of power."

News Anchor: "And how are you entertaining yourself while waiting in line?"

Man in Line: "I'm offending the Republicans."

To add to the humor, there was another woman in line standing next to this guy looking totally appalled at his answers, like how dare he say such a thing. It was hilarious, because neither the guy being interviewed or the news lady saw her, but she was really pissed off. It was awesome :-).

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