Author: Michelle

A few happy work-related updates

One of my coworkers just asked how it could be possible that I have never done roller derby because I am such a bad-ass.

I have never been prouder to be a bad ass bitch than I am at this moment.

Seriously. A little misty-eyed about this.

Also, due to some PC related issues, I’ve lost a lot of links to work documents I need. When I asked someone if he could send me the link, he told me he always accesses it from an email another co-worker sent. She got it from someone else, who got it from me.

Yes, in helping others I was really helping myself.

Can I go home now?

I’m afraid I’ll burst into a round of Kumbaya if I stay any longer.

Love you.
Kthxbai.

Guardian angel

One of the most beautiful things in Portland is the almost daily view of the mountains nearby, especially of Mt. Hood. On a cold sunny morning, the mountain stands over the city like a guardian angel. If an angel can ever be as completely grounded as a mountain.

I have never liked living without mountains around me. I find them comforting. The plains are beautiful, but I feel too exposed there. They have a beauty of their own, but for me they are places to visit, not places to live. I grew up at the end of the Willamette Valley, with mountains all around. Protective shields that kept me from harm.

When the mountains are hidden, I miss them. When they are visible, I love hearing how we all talk about it. I love the expression we use: the mountains are out today.

Like they ever go in.

You don’t always know if people will be there.
You don’t always know if things will be there

The mountains will be there for as close to forever as we need them to be.

Sometimes they are changed radically, but they stay.

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Blog cut short due to merriment.
I hope Mt. Hood doesn’t hold a grudge.
She deserves better.

Show and tell

There’s little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you’re gonna get it
But you don’t and that’s just the way it goes
–George Michael/I Want Your Sex

Sometimes I come off as a know-it-all, but I am more than willing to admit that there are a lot if things I don’t know. I like to think that I read people pretty well, but I don’t. At all. Or maybe some people just are harder. I have been wrong about some things I was absolutely certain of. That makes a person wonder what else they are wrong about. You can try to notice things about people, and some people manage to figure out exactly what I’m thinking with some regularity, but unless people tell me I may never know.

Oh, I’ll speculate. I’ll think maybe I’ve got it, but…well…I don’t.

Then of course we have my tendency to come up with the worst case scenario if I do speculate. You’d think I’d figure out that guessing is futile, or worse.

There are also a lot of things that I hide. Or maybe not that I hide exactly, but that I don’t like to talk about. That might surprise people who read what I post here. If I am willing to talk about masturbating in nursery school, what could I possibly find so private that I won’t talk about it in real life? That’s a hard question to answer, because I won’t talk about it.

You see how I am?

Part of the reason I started to do this is because I tend to be too private about everything. It’s a blog as comfort zone busting.

Are you all uncomfortable yet?

Oh.

It’s supposed to be uncomfortable for me?
Maybe I am doing this wrong.