Monday, September 03, 2007

My version of Labor Day

I was sitting down to post when the neighbor came to the door. Nathan stole the computer chair and got his version of this weekend down before I could post. So I'll try to avoid repeating him. Check out his blog, he had the same weekend I did.

My weekend started a few hours early. I got done with my week's work by 2 pm on Friday and I headed to the little nail salon by my office to get my eyebrows waxed. The Asian ladies capitalized on my early weekend by convincing me to get my second pedicure ever. The last one I had was with Missy way back when we lived in Silverdale. I headed home after that, only to ruin my brand new toenail paint by putting on my shoes too soon.

When the bus got into my neighborhood, I noticed that some racists had added more graffiti to a bit of it they put up earlier last week that I had in mind to remove. I got a bucket and scrub brush together and headed to the bridge to do some graffiti abatement. Nathan was driving home and saw me and stepped in to do the scrubbing for me. I believe in immigration rights, and if the racists want to tag up my neighborhood, they're going to have to contend with me, my husband's scrubbing arm and my level of stubbornness.

We headed out to a show the taxpayers were supposed to play, which became a fiasco, as Nathan reported. In fact, the rest of the weekend was relayed pretty well on his blog. The one thing he didn't mention is that after the pain of car shopping, I ran to the nearest ticket sales outlet to get tickets for the Horrorpops/Briggs show. Turns out, it was sold out by then. It was a perfect end to a crappy Saturday. But at least I got to see the taxpayers play twice this weekend. We're coming up on a dry spell because Rob's heading back to Ohio to see his family and friends. Part of me is afraid he'll get stuck there, but then I remember that Ohio has to suck, and Portland's a pretty cool place. He'll probably come back.

I get a new minion tomorrow at work; this time it's a preemptive minion hired to help my team avoid the trauma we experienced over the summer with a huge workload. This will be my fourth minion and I expect that if things stay relatively slow over the next few weeks, I will do almost no writing. Instead, I'm going to take a much-needed chance to really analyze my team's work and try to find ways to improve what we do and how fast we can do it. I think it should be noted that every month over the past year or so has been our strongest month in sales ever. It's good to be at a strong company.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hooray for minions! I've been trying to call, but as I see, you've had a busy weekend.

I'll be out of class at 6 or so, your time... I'll try again then!

Jorge said...

congrats on the new car!

Christina said...

Thanks guys!
On the minion front, it turns out that the preemptive minion was hired because they were planning on taking one of my team members away. So now I'm back up a certain creek without a paddle. Such is life.

Senia said...

There should be more people like you in this world, who care enough to erase the trash that ignorant people write on walls!

Christina said...

Thanks, Senia :)

Denny? said...

You've got robbie back.

I hope you're happy.

<3 A dear Cleveland friend (or foe?)

Christina said...

DENNY!!!!! Yiasou, Vre! Ela piso sto Portland, amesos! Ante!

Yep, Robbie's back. He said you guys had fun getting up to some hijinx. I'd have expected no less from you boys. Now if we can just get you and his other Ohio friends to come out here, it would be perfect.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I really need to keep up on your blog more often.
You got naked, with lesbians and punk rawkers?
AND you got a pedicure?!
HOLY FUCK BEANS.

You make me wants to have a blog. My life is too boring to relay often though...
Gaffaw I say..

Christina said...

Baha! Yeah, you really do need to read my blog more often. I'm quite an interesting person once every two weeks or so. But before you go calling those kids punks, just remember, we don't have any of them in Portland. I'm the most punk person here...me and that homeless family I let stay at my house last month.