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Looking for a job in a new city, can engender a certain amount of madness. Initially, you think that your prospects will be good - after all that's why you came here. Accordingly, you had set out a budget to stick to, and had treated yourself sparingly to various impressions of your favorite foods set forth by second-rate purveyors, believing that your efforts at frugality would be rewarded by a celebration of obscene proportions, once you landed that job you just applied for. But perhaps you were misled - you misread the enthusiasm of the desk clerk who smilingly insured you that "the HR director will get back to you". You thought she meant right away...but its been a week now, and now you think she might have 'misplaced' your application because she actually thought you were dull and uninspiring. Time continues to pass and still no responses. Perhaps you missed a spotlight talk-show on the downsizing 'this depression we're in,' was having on this beautiful, seemingly booming city you've chosen. You feel a certain anxiety set in - as though you missed a signal some ways back. Well perhaps you're going about it all wrong...
Save your money, secure interviews, map out your road, close out your accounts and visit the post office for a change of address form. These are the things a prepared relocater does. "What? You got out your map and checked the weather to determine where you'd go?" "How could you fly off without money in your pocket - and no car?" Well, we'll see if one can stay perpetually young and carefree or if time and experience will prove that ' a bird in the hand, is worth two in the bush' or 'foresight is better than no sight at all'.

Seattle's best... or Shopping Madnes

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Now playing: The Pointer Sisters - Fire
via FoxyTunes Today has been a day for emotions to run high - at least around me. A spontaneous offer to visit the nearby "fabulous" shopping mall, proved to be an exercise in patience, or the lack there-of, verses a stilted enjoyment. Although our host drove with a mix of pause and dash to rival that of any rally car racer so that we arrived at our destination in record time, we also (well, I also) immediately felt a desperate need for coffee. I had earlier finished my customary cup of morning tea, and suddenly after an overwhelming sense of joy at being once more in a large city- at what was promising to be a very pleasurable mall - I found I needed coffee.We had already been across the sky walk twice and ridden the elevator(on two different banks) four times, and I could sense the enormity of this undertaking. This situation demanded coffee. No-one else in our group felt the mad necessity I did, so dashing into the preferred Jo-shoppe I purchased a cup. Now I was set. I had already enjoyed the neck craning and window tapping agreements that usually ensue under these circumstances, and was fueled for more. Suddenly I was side swiped by a shushing sound coming from one of my loved ones. "Don't yell", she said. "ME?", "What? I'm not yelling, I'm just talking loud so he can hear... " Well this turned into a longish debate over weather what I thought was acceptable behavior, in fact, was. Then I was charged with embarrassing her as well. -That did it - ruined my cup of coffee joy. Now I had to mind myself so as to not en licit any more criticism of my manner of expression (or of volume) while mall-shopping.
I passed the test, and stopping into a few glimmering offerings to consumerism on the way, we returned to our car. Our driver drove expertly home and left us at our door - but the day was not over. Opening the door led to the discovery that THE dog had chewed up my newest and most favorite notebook - all over my bed. Without hesitation I flew into a rage, flapping my arms and promising her demise. Little did I know she wasn't through with me yet. Meanwhile the landlady whom we call 'Mrs.Scrooge', had more to say about our water hookup failing to make safe the supply against damage by frost - "must be done (read paid for) by today". All this taking place just outside our trailer, while inside my dog had another surprise for me. When we had returned earlier, I had done a quick if thorough cleaning and set out my lunch as a treat afterwards. Comming in from the browbeating by MS, I find my sandwich carefully disassembled and strewn across my bed. Taking a deep breath, I screamed! They all came running...'what?' Look, I point, and the rest is history. Tears and hysteria later, the dog is soon to find a new residence to terrorize, and although I'll miss her a little, I'll sleep better too.

Talk about the weather

Sometimes it's not so easy to keep up with things - -even things you really want to. Writing had been suspended for a time, but now I can resume...for instance - I moved! To a city famous for rain and beautiful cloudy weather. The road here had its minor events but nothing like what happened on the last leg of the trip.We were "only 40" miles from our destination, coming over the last mountain pass, when we found ourselves in an ever growing snow storm. That in itself was alarming but moreover we were in an ancient RV, with no snow tires, and 1/8 a tank of gas. So when the trucks started pulling over to the side of the road, and the cars passing us began to appear in various versions of -spun out of control - I started to panic. My companions were not licensed drivers, and our insurance covered only me so I started to freak out (just a little)besides the heater wasn't working . Meanwhile the snow storm was thickening. Slowly creeping along, the trees outside my frosted window took on a fantasy-like appearance . Giant and towering on the very edge of the road, the snow lay thick as frosting on their branches. Deep and impenetrable fairytale forests now loomed just beside us. Although I could see the other cars and trucks, I felt as though if we were to stall out here we would be left alone - they- would all escape down the mountain to the city and safety, to carry on their lives, and we would be left behind to be eaten by wolves or to freeze, or to perhaps encounter some barbarian stranger offering help at a price.Very silly, I know, because we miraculously motored past many others now stranded, and into a small outpost. We got gas, went pee and revived from the stress of a deep scare, continued on into our new life in this gorgeous country.


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