H2 Whoa!

I sat down at my laptop this morning while enjoying a big, cold glass of water when I got a call from Steve.

"Hey, could you bring me some bottled water to work? There's a boil water advisory for the city. But I don't think you're affected," he said.

So I looked it up and found this. And by the poor wording of the advisory, we weren't sure but decided I lived in the "safe" part of the city.

A water main broke yesterday. I had seen nearly every DPW and Water Dept employee hanging out - I'm friends with all of them, so I noticed - and it seemed like a situation of "How many city employees does it take to fix a water pipe?" There were so many people, including the upper level management, so I knew something was going on... but they were all just hanging out and not doing anything. I'm sure there was a reason but to see all of your friends wearing yellow vests and water gushing over the road, surrounded by flashing warning lights and barracades... and they are just hanging out and talking... Keep up the good work, boys!

That was late afternoon. Steve and I went to Royal Oak for the big 3: coffee, cigars, and conversation. When we came back hours later that night, there weren't as many people but there was still lots going on under those blaring spotlights.

I smiled. At this point, they were making double time to sit on the grass. I wanted to stay and watch them actually fix it - they have been trying to work around it all week, and I've only caught the after-effect: wet and muddy, grumpy men from head to toe. How hot is that? Ha ha!

I finished that quenching glass of water and was about to update this journal about my interview and the job I start today, when Steve calls back.

"Hey, don't drink the water. You need to boil also."

... Dammit.

Good old Probert, still as fiesty and mean as ever.
He's an infamous former Detroit Red Wings hockey player. Ever seen the hilarious movie "Slap Shot"? We'll just say Probert would probably fit in pretty well next to Tim McCracken and Olgilthorpe.
Even though I was a wee little girl when he played for Detroit, I still remember hearing about him. Well boys and girls, he's still alive and well... and getting his ass tasered by cops in Florida!
I think the Wings need to find another guy like that to join our team - we've got too many feeble old men and timid young boys - it's time we got some low down and dirty hockey thugs! I want skanky mullets and missing teeth! Face-off fights and leveling the goalie! All that good stuff!

Hey Calgary just scored in overtime. They deserve to win the Cup - they beat Detroit, so they've gotta be good, right?

I had an interview today for a seasonal position on a "stewardship crew" - essentially more exotic plant management and environmental restoration. Ends up it takes an hour to get there - yikes! But I figured if it was a good job, I could deal with it.

The entire parks and recreation department for this township consists of three people and their program is in its infancy. The funding to hire an entire "crew" fell through; consequently, they would only be hiring one, maybe two people. They wanted it to be full time but gave the disclaimer that they might run out of money and it would switch to part time in the middle of the summer. Also, lots of evening and weekend work.

The interview went quite well and I think I have a decent shot at the job - except for my concern regarding how many hours I would be working, and how much I would be paid. To drive an hour each way and only work 20 hrs per week seems excessive, especially if it doesn't pay well. For that reason, they may not choose me because the job and my needs don't seem to fit well. Even if I get offered it, I will probably turn it down. Ah well, they were great people with an excellent program and at least it was an interview!

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My older friends play on a beer-league softball team and I love cheering them on. They're actually really good, too! So yesterday I was all set to whoop and holler for my boys... and the game got rained out. What to do on a Wednesday evening??

Call Heather, of course. Us bad girls have to stick together, ya know?

I went to her friend's house - a guy I don't really know - and it was like a high school reunion! I usually avoid anything that has to do with high school or No-ville, but we put in Pirates of the Caribbean... Yeah, my friends have this thing for pirates. Arrrrrr matey! I just have a thing for Johnny Depp. I think it's the mascera. ;)

Pirates and booze go hand and hand, of course, so we passed around the Captain while the girls talked dirty to the larger-than-life Jack Sparrow cast upon the screen from a projector TV. Then we had to leave.

But I wasn't bored or tired! It's only 1 am on a Wednesday night - lets hit a bar!

Heather and I staked our claim at the Library Pub and watched obnoxious "how are they 21?!" type girls giggle and blush at muscle-bound meat heads; apparently we don't attract those types of boys. Thank goodness. We'd eat the poor things alive. Man eaters we be... Arrrrrr!

Yeah, we shut the Library down. Who am I supposed to do that with when/if she moves?! Heather, don't leave me!

So tomorrow, we will be sitting in our bikinis and cultivating some cancer cells near the pool, talking about men and jobs and being sarcastic and cynical.

Ok, this wasn't the most exciting journal entry for ya'll in cyberspace to read, but I was bored. ;) The photo was when Brian, Steve and I attempted to climb Mt. Adams in Washington, taken at sunrise.

Bball!

YEAHHHH PISTONS!!!!!

That is all.

"things" are happening

When one door closes, another one may open - right?

Well I'm basing my entire employment future (for the summer, at least) on that notion. I turned down a job today.

What else is new.

This time, at least I didn't speak before thinking it over. I didn't say "Yes", then turn around and say "Ummm... I meant no!" It was much more complicated then that, but I did learn my lesson.

What I want isn't always necessarily what I can have. For the time being.

Two weddings, lots of showers and bachelorette parties, grad school, a sick mom, and lots of loose ends make leaving suburban Detroit harder than you would think!

So today, I talked to a guy with the Bureau of Land Management fire program, based out of MOAB, Utah. MOAB! I love Moab! That was one of my first stops on my road trip and I loved it. Add the fact that it was for a fire job, and my first reaction was to say "Yes! Yes! I will fly home every weekend just so I can take this job!"

Shut your mouth, girl. Think, then speak.

Never been good at it, but I apologetically declined and emphatically said that, in the event that any positions opened up after July, to please please give me a call!!

Door closed. :( But hey, you never know. Maybe Moab will beckon me later this summer.

Suddenly another knocking on a different door. A local door, even. Got an interview for that stewardship crew out of Oakland county.

I'm never going to leave this place! Argh!