I should know better. Whenever AC drives to work and says, "Oh, just take the train to SSF so we can drive home together because when you get there I'll be getting off work," I should know better. He's been on time to pick me up at that station maybe once. The worse part of waiting is that it's v-e-r-y w-i-n-d-y.
So yesterday, I got to SSF at 6:20. I'd called him at 5:55 to say, "Meet me at 6:15." But still, no AC to be found. He didn't show up till 6:55. grrr.... Granted, he had to make sure everything was squared away before leaving work because he's in LA today thru Sunday for a bachelor party.
We headed to Target at Tanforan to run an errand, and because he felt bad, he let me pick the location for dinner. I said Fresh Choice because I wanted something healthy. Little did I know that there was one across the street! As we got out of the car, three big girls headed in...so AC said, if everyone in there looks like that, there's a problem. Ironically, he was right. There were several large people, including one that we luckily saw at the end of our meal because she made a great appetite suppressant: beige terry cloth hoodie [too small so her tires showed thru the material] and capris [that showed off not only her granty line but her cottage cheese!].
I hadn't been there in quite a long time, but the salads didn't taste so great. I had tabbouleh and some type of summer strawberry salad with spinach, and it just didn't taste right. Maybe my taste buds are getting spoiled at work, because the salad bar I frequent has locally grown items? And the last time I had tabbouleh was in my boxed lunch, from Andronico's, at our retreat, and it was sooo good that I want to go back and see if they sell single boxed lunches like that. The only tasty thing at Fresh Choice was the pizza.
Poor AC. Talk about a trooper, taking one for the team!
19 July 2007
11 July 2007
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Last night, we headed out via train to hang around AT&T Park to soak in the All-Star Game atmosphere. Originally, I was to catch the 5:24PM train and meet AC in SSF. Unfortch, one of my bosses got very chatty and try as I might I couldn't escape her quickly enough. When I got out to catch the shuttle, one was just getting to the curb but another one was 2 cars behind it. However, there was a non-stop flow of traffic that prevented me from catching the second one, even though I waved at it to stop! I was so mad. When I checked the schedule, I noticed that the original shuttle I'd seen was so late it arrived at the same time as the 5:10. You'd THINK the 5:10 would then wait a couple of minutes for those who missed it! Sadly, that meant I had to catch the 5:54 train. AC told me to meet him at Millbrae instead, and that we'd just go home. I was so heartbroken--I'd gotten myself all psyched up for this adventure--that when AC saw how sad I was, he turned back to Millbrae after he picked me up and we caught the 7:01 train into the City. We managed to hang out by the Portwalk, but didn't get into the long line waiting to see the game. However, one of the security guys was nice enough to offer to take pictures of the game [or of specific players] for people. Once I download them from my camera, I'll post them here. Meanwhile, here's one I took on my phone of my favorite watercraft of the evening:
We didn't plan to stay too long--the first train home was at 8:25--but AC could actually see some of the players [oh, to be of average height] from the Portwalk gate and we took the long way around the ballpark, past the Media/Broadcast area and the Red Carpet--so we ended up catching the local train that left shortly after the game ended. At least we had seats this time. The fun part of the train was watching two loud, obnoxious girls [Giants fans, no less!] get kicked off the train by SIX cops! The other nice part of heading home was a much-mellower train crowd than that of normal games.
We didn't plan to stay too long--the first train home was at 8:25--but AC could actually see some of the players [oh, to be of average height] from the Portwalk gate and we took the long way around the ballpark, past the Media/Broadcast area and the Red Carpet--so we ended up catching the local train that left shortly after the game ended. At least we had seats this time. The fun part of the train was watching two loud, obnoxious girls [Giants fans, no less!] get kicked off the train by SIX cops! The other nice part of heading home was a much-mellower train crowd than that of normal games.
Make Me Sweat/Cool It
Today was our administrative staff retreat. Unlike retreats at former jobs, where we all sit around off-site for a day, coming up with goals that are rarely met, this one was different. We'd volunteer at a non-profit [in this case, Square Peg Foundation] and then have lunch at the beach. I felt very lucky that my colleague JL offered to pick me up since I lived on the way to the place. The only drawback was having to ride with The Girl Who Sighs. [She's a bit of an attention-craving drama princess.] But even luckier for me, when JL picked me up at the Park & Ride, only JW [the office hottie--JL is just totally cute and fun] was in the car! I didn't even ask why The Girl Who Sighs [TGWS] wasn't there.
We got lost heading out there [we asked for directions 3 times; the first two people we asked were no help, with the second of the two being a petite woman built like a boy], but with great company and Outkast playing, we weren't too concerned. In fact, we hoped most of the dirty work would be delegated by the time we got there, but no such luck. We were the second to last group to arrive, and after a not-so-clear introduction to the mission of the Foundation, we got to work. Here's a photo of JL:
The hat he's wearing actually has a Corona label on the front, but since this foundation works with kids, he thought it would be wise to cover it...with the only thing he could find: a Pride 2007 sticker.
Although one of the choices was gardening [which I'd picked at the risk of looking like the perfect stereotype], I ended up cleaning tack [wiping saddles and bits with soapy water] with TGWS and 2 other colleagues. We finished pretty early, so we were asked to help clean stalls...fortunately, while the others acted as pooper scoopers, I simply had to sweep the remaining dirt/cedar/dry waste out of the stalls. That meant while I was waiting to sweep, I could hang out with the African pygmy goats named Cinammon and Chocolate [and boy, are they well fed--they were fat!] and two cats.
As we stood around waiting for two slackers who were still clearing brush, we noticed that the backseat of the car I rode in was a mess--you couldn't even tell that I had ridden back there. TGWS said, "You could ride with me, since I drove all by myself..." I mumbled something about having all my stuff in the other car, and as I reached in to find something, JL leaned close and said, "You're not gonna ditch us, are you?" I whispered back, "Hell no. You guys are too fun to ditch!"
Finally, we headed out to the beach for lunch. It was cold and windy, as expected, but some of us still made our way down to the beach despite the treacherous climb [talk about team-building].
Only a few of us ventured down the cliff to the beach; the guys played catch [shirtless, no less...] and 3 of us sat on a blanket to watch after dipping our feet in the surf since the sun had come out. Around 3PM, after some good convo, we headed to the Pescadero Thrift Shop [where JL bought an Elmo plush big enough to be strapped in with a seat belt] and then the boys took me home. Since they picked me up at the Park & Ride, I thanked JL for not making me walk all the way down from there, and he seemed offended that I would actually think he'd do such a thing.
Tomorrow is the managers' retreat, which means most of our bosses will be out all day. Yay! I get to wear jeans again!
We got lost heading out there [we asked for directions 3 times; the first two people we asked were no help, with the second of the two being a petite woman built like a boy], but with great company and Outkast playing, we weren't too concerned. In fact, we hoped most of the dirty work would be delegated by the time we got there, but no such luck. We were the second to last group to arrive, and after a not-so-clear introduction to the mission of the Foundation, we got to work. Here's a photo of JL:
The hat he's wearing actually has a Corona label on the front, but since this foundation works with kids, he thought it would be wise to cover it...with the only thing he could find: a Pride 2007 sticker.Although one of the choices was gardening [which I'd picked at the risk of looking like the perfect stereotype], I ended up cleaning tack [wiping saddles and bits with soapy water] with TGWS and 2 other colleagues. We finished pretty early, so we were asked to help clean stalls...fortunately, while the others acted as pooper scoopers, I simply had to sweep the remaining dirt/cedar/dry waste out of the stalls. That meant while I was waiting to sweep, I could hang out with the African pygmy goats named Cinammon and Chocolate [and boy, are they well fed--they were fat!] and two cats.
As we stood around waiting for two slackers who were still clearing brush, we noticed that the backseat of the car I rode in was a mess--you couldn't even tell that I had ridden back there. TGWS said, "You could ride with me, since I drove all by myself..." I mumbled something about having all my stuff in the other car, and as I reached in to find something, JL leaned close and said, "You're not gonna ditch us, are you?" I whispered back, "Hell no. You guys are too fun to ditch!"
Finally, we headed out to the beach for lunch. It was cold and windy, as expected, but some of us still made our way down to the beach despite the treacherous climb [talk about team-building].
Only a few of us ventured down the cliff to the beach; the guys played catch [shirtless, no less...] and 3 of us sat on a blanket to watch after dipping our feet in the surf since the sun had come out. Around 3PM, after some good convo, we headed to the Pescadero Thrift Shop [where JL bought an Elmo plush big enough to be strapped in with a seat belt] and then the boys took me home. Since they picked me up at the Park & Ride, I thanked JL for not making me walk all the way down from there, and he seemed offended that I would actually think he'd do such a thing.
Tomorrow is the managers' retreat, which means most of our bosses will be out all day. Yay! I get to wear jeans again!
07 July 2007
One Sweet World
Happy Live Earth Day!
AC and I took the train into the city to meet The Pear, Dilbert, Melissa, and MASF for lunch. Since it's All Star Week, the train was packed. We initially got seats near the toilet, but as soon as seats further away opened up we took them. They weren't better seats--the guy behind us kept yawning LOUDLY every few minutes and cursing the train, while the two kids across the aisle from him thought it was funny to say "so foggy" in an Asian accent, even after I glared at them--but at least it didn't smell, and we could no longer hear the girl who thought she was singing along quietly to her iPod [but really sounded like she was quietly weeping].
I made us late [only by 10 minutes] because I didn't think the T-third Castro stopped near the Ferry Building. We made it only 10 minutes late. The Pear looks like a suburban housewife already! She's gained a bit of weight and her hair looks pretty bad. Conversation was not free-flowing--thank goodness Melissa and MASF were there--and I found Dilbert to be as annoying as the last time I saw him. After we ate and talked, we walked around, and ended up at Sur la Table while Melissa and Dilbert used the bathroom. We took our time in there, and as AC was paying for something, The Pear and Dilbert announced they were leaving. I said something like, "I know, we're sort of fascinated with kitchen stuff," to which Dilbert replied, "No, you're just taking forever." !!!
As we all said goodbye, I pulled out my camera because I saw some cool stuff on the ground related to All-Star Week, and The Pear automatically assumed I wanted to take her picture--she actually looked crushed when I told her my true intentions...
AC and I took the train into the city to meet The Pear, Dilbert, Melissa, and MASF for lunch. Since it's All Star Week, the train was packed. We initially got seats near the toilet, but as soon as seats further away opened up we took them. They weren't better seats--the guy behind us kept yawning LOUDLY every few minutes and cursing the train, while the two kids across the aisle from him thought it was funny to say "so foggy" in an Asian accent, even after I glared at them--but at least it didn't smell, and we could no longer hear the girl who thought she was singing along quietly to her iPod [but really sounded like she was quietly weeping].
I made us late [only by 10 minutes] because I didn't think the T-third Castro stopped near the Ferry Building. We made it only 10 minutes late. The Pear looks like a suburban housewife already! She's gained a bit of weight and her hair looks pretty bad. Conversation was not free-flowing--thank goodness Melissa and MASF were there--and I found Dilbert to be as annoying as the last time I saw him. After we ate and talked, we walked around, and ended up at Sur la Table while Melissa and Dilbert used the bathroom. We took our time in there, and as AC was paying for something, The Pear and Dilbert announced they were leaving. I said something like, "I know, we're sort of fascinated with kitchen stuff," to which Dilbert replied, "No, you're just taking forever." !!!
As we all said goodbye, I pulled out my camera because I saw some cool stuff on the ground related to All-Star Week, and The Pear automatically assumed I wanted to take her picture--she actually looked crushed when I told her my true intentions...
02 July 2007
(She's in a) Bad Mood
I've been battling what appears to be a sinus infection since last Wednesday. The doctor on call [advice nurses aren't around on the weekend] told me that Tylenol sinus should do the trick, and if I wasn't better by the end of the weekend, I should come in for antibiotics. Guess where I'm heading at 8:50AM tomorrow? (And in case you're wondering, Tylenol Sinus works great with vodka tonics, especially when said drinks are $5 for 2.)
I'd taken Friday off, so I dragged myself in to the office today because we have a couple of projects going on. My bosses are very perky, which in the morning I am not, and I'm even less so when I'm not feeling well. So that kicked my day off to a great start. At lunch time, I checked my phone in case AC had texted me. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to see my friends were at the shopping center near my office! Though I was unable to meet up with them, even getting a mean text made my day:
EC: We're at Valley Fair! Hope you're having fun at work! Ha ha!
AB: PUNK. And I'm battling a sinus infection, too.
EC: Sucks to be who? you! ;)
Is that love or what?
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The Girl Who Sighs was wearing one of her notorious "I think wearing a dress over boot-cut jeans is cute!" outfits today. As I passed her in the hallway, I said, "Cute top" but finished the sentence in my head: "For me to poop on!!"
I'd taken Friday off, so I dragged myself in to the office today because we have a couple of projects going on. My bosses are very perky, which in the morning I am not, and I'm even less so when I'm not feeling well. So that kicked my day off to a great start. At lunch time, I checked my phone in case AC had texted me. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to see my friends were at the shopping center near my office! Though I was unable to meet up with them, even getting a mean text made my day:
EC: We're at Valley Fair! Hope you're having fun at work! Ha ha!
AB: PUNK. And I'm battling a sinus infection, too.
EC: Sucks to be who? you! ;)
Is that love or what?
..........................
The Girl Who Sighs was wearing one of her notorious "I think wearing a dress over boot-cut jeans is cute!" outfits today. As I passed her in the hallway, I said, "Cute top" but finished the sentence in my head: "For me to poop on!!"
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