My Dad came into town for the weekend and on Saturday we went to the farmers market in the morning and I found this amazing croissant/muffin (cruffin?) booth. They had a rose water raspberry vanilla one and I was NEEDING THAT. I had just eaten though so I was gonna pick up one on my way out. Unfortunately, they ran out of those ones so I stuck myself with the a coffee caramel one…which did not disappoint.
On Sunday we went to a Scandinavian Mid-Summer festival. Dad and I made flower crowns, which I posted a picture of on Instagram.
I also posted a ton of stories of the mid-summer pole being raised. That was all very photogenic and cool, but my favorite part was enjoying an older group of dancers doing traditional Scandinavian dances. It was all very fun and rather cute to watch them dance and enjoy themselves. Not very photogenic, but it was my favorite part of the festival. I took Dad to the airport on Sunday and spent the rest of the day doing laundry and grocery shopping to prepare for the rest of the week.
Monday was kind of crazy. We had a deadline at work so I came in early and downed coffee until we got all our deliverables out the door.
After work I recorded the Cinemabysmal podcast with Nick and Dylan. We had a great episode about Stephen Chow films, specifically The Mermaid and Kung Fu Hustle.
Tuesday I rushed home to make dinner, edit the pod and have everything ready for The Bachelorette. We always watch on Tuesdays because watching live on Monday means too may commercials.
I poured a salted caramel stout and got my amazing lemon garlic pasta ready and it turns out the show was a day behind because of the NBA finals. Just one of those things. It was also 100 degrees this day and I was melting.
Another 100 degree scorcher. After work I went to a friends home and sat out on her porch in the shade drinking gin and tonics with fans pointed all around us. It all felt rather southern.
When I left the sun was setting and it was so gorgeous outside, despite the heat. I snapped a little photo just to remember how the sky looked.
Had the first kick ball game of the summer season on Thursday. I was an avid softball and soccer player growing up so I felt like I was going to do okay, but was still a little nervous.
Luckily the temperature dropped down to a high of 86. Probably would have melted wicked witch style if it had stayed at 100 again.
We won the game, which was great, and I managed to not do anything really stupid or get hurt so it was a win win. Go Honey Badgers.
New music Friday! Taylor Swift announced her new album called Lovely, and had a really awesome new single come out supporting the LGBTQ communit. Just in time for pride weekend here in Portland.
Work went by really quick and we got off at 2pm to do some pre-drinking before our work’s brew cycle event. Brew cycle is one of those things that looks terrible until you actually do it. in fact you’ve probably made fun of people doing it, but trust me, just do it once and it’s pretty fun.
I came home Friday from work knowing I wasn’t going to do much over the weekend except relax and sleep. My weekends for the next month are super busy so it was important to me to self care this weekend.
I came home Friday and vegged out in front of the TV to watching Chernobyl. Spoiler: It’s awesome.
I’m planning on joining the kickball team at work and since I haven’t kicked a ball since I was fourteen I went to Target and got a soccer ball. It was a beautiful day outside and my husband and I walked over to a nearby park and spent an hour playing soccer.
I am luckily still pretty good and can aim well enough. I think I’ll be able to hold my own in a kick ball setting. We’re going to practice catching the ball in air soon and see how I do. I’m not worried about embarrassing myself, more worried about hurting myself. Coming up on 30 and I am not as limber as I used to be.
After the park we bought fresh strawberries and sat on the porch to enjoy the weather. Berry season is the best and the fruit is so good right now.
We spent time Sunday making sure we watched the Deadwood movie. We had watched the series together many years ago and were dissapointed by the abrupt ending.
The movie more than makes up for it.
Every character comes back and gets a solid ending that will leave any Deadwood fan satisfied.
Quick screen grab from twitter. It’s very millennial of me, but I’m trying out intermittent fasting for the month of June. I saw a great comic a few months back that was like ‘only millennials would skip breakfast and call it intermittent fasting’.
I was thinking about making that topic my June challenge at first, but it’s kind of boring to just make updates that say ‘FROM 9AM-11AM ALL WEEK I WAS RAVENOUS’. Maybe if I find it successful I’ll keep going and do weekly updates for July. But only if I can find a way to make it fun and interesting. I’m not going to bore you with my constant desire to graze on food 24/7.
To supplement the 16:8 fasting (that’s 16 hours fasting, 8 hours eating), I’ve been drinking iced black coffee in the mornings to get me through until my ‘feed time’ (as I’ve been calling it) at 11. It’s been working out pretty well.
I realized in the move though that I tossed my adult looking tumblers thinking ‘I only ever use tumblers at home, and I love my Beauty and the Beast one’. Well that’s all good and fun except now I’m taking this awesome made for a seven year old cup to work every day. I should care more, but I actually love it so it’s working out fine.
The little things are the best things sometimes.
On Wednesday I went to happy hour with some old work friends. We had a great time catching up.
As I was leaving the bar I realized my feed window was closing so I rushed to get a veggie sandwich and head home to eat it. I was at a stop light, listening to Jai Paul and enjoying the sunshine when I looked over and saw this adorable creature doing the same thing.
We should all be more like this dog.
On Thursday I went to the dentist before work. I think I need to switch dentists and doctors. These dental hygienists keep murdering my gums every time I go in for a cleaning.
I only really have myself to blame though. I never say anything even if it hurts. I am the most stoic patient of all time. I just dig my nails into my skin and bear the shit out of it. I am like that knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Oh you stabbed my face over and over again? Just a scratch. Do it again I dare you. I’ll just sit here and take it.
Two years at work already? Kind of insane.
Inside I found an elaborate cupcake, which I devoured during my feeding window.
Can you see now how boring a intermittent fasting month would be? Here is what I ate and when! Snooze.
It was delicious and well decorated and a really nice surprise.
On Friday I got a notification from the library that my copy of Super Smash Bros Ultimate was ready to pick up. I have had this bad boy on hold for MONTHS and it was so good to finally play it. I only have a week to play it before I have to return it so I went to town on this game Friday night.
Kirby of course is the most ultimate character to play as. He’s got a hammer, he can fly and he can suck you into his face and spit you back out and steal your powers.
This game is ridiculously awesome.
On Saturday we drove 5 hours south into California to camp at the Redwoods State Park. It was really amazing and I posted a ton of pics of clear blue river water, giant ass trees and beautiful ocean views.
I didn’t share that it rained the night we got in and we had to put our tent up in a downpour. Also, when the rain finally tapered off we were stuck making a fire in this giant pit that looked like one of those trash cans homeless people light on fires in alleyways in movies to keep warm. It was impossible to sit and enjoy the fire during this trip, which is one of our favorite things to do, because the pit was so deep that hardly any heat escaped.
It was a bit of a damper on the trip.
Before we took off on our amazing hike Sunday morning we stopped at the coast to get some coffee. I found this adorable little beach house with a great view. I took a picture of their gate because I thought it was really unique and cute. Reminded me of a pirate ship or something.
Our hike on The Boy Scout trail was really incredible. Giant redwoods, beautiful sights and smells. What I didn’t share was the insane chap I got on my butt. It’s kind of funny now, but definitely not at the time. I was wearing the wrong leggings for a hike like this. Too thin, not enough support for movement. Essentially in the essence of being real: ow. ow. ow. my poor butt.
We drove home on Memorial day. I have to yell every time I see farm animals on the side of the freeway.
Lots of cows and sheep. A few llamas and even some chickens. I hate seeing the tags in their ears and knowing they won’t live for much longer – but at the very least this life in the green fields is better than most agricultural animals get. Still all knifes look the same at the end no matter what life you’ve had.
On a happier note, if you ever do a road trip with me just prepare for some yelling about animals out the window.
Being back at work after a holiday weekend is such a drag.
I brought a PB&J to work for lunch because I had the ingredients left over from camping. It was so hard to be back though and I had to cheer myself up at lunchtime and go get whole bowl.
It’s not a very pretty picture but it’s one of those little things that make me happy.
Also, like their motto says, ‘It’s like eating a hug’ and god damn if that’s not true.
It should be illegal to have meetings that are longer than 2 hours. Tuesday brought me a 4 hour meeting and WOW it was rough.
My attention span for that length of time is pretty shit so I really had to pay attention and take notes and make sure I was on the ball with this one.
It wore me out though and when I came home it was an early bed time.
We found out we won a big project at work, which was great. I particularly spent a lot of time on it and it felt good to know the win will help a few people in our Texas office retire on the project and bring in good income.
We went out for a beer after work to celebrate. We were in a bar, watching a different bar across the street that is known for getting a bit rowdy with their rooftop deck. Had a good time poking fun at the people that came stumbling out.
I had a lot of fun with this challenge and I don’t have anything planned for June so I’m going to continue this one through the next month! Hope that’s okay with you all. Keep participating if you can with the #picturethelittlethings hashtag. I’ll highlight any that show up on here!
“Will you take a picture of me at my rock bottom?” I asked my Aunt in her kitchen in Spokane. She had just handed me a giant Costco box of Clif bars her kids wouldn’t eat and some leftover food for my journey back to Portland. I would end up eating those Clif bars for dinner every night for two weeks until they were gone.
We were visiting Spokane for the weekend, just a few weeks after I’d been fired for the job I moved to Portland for. We were there to get the rest of our stuff out of storage. I had just spent the last few hours lamenting my woes to her about what I assumed was my terrible decision to move away. I had $167 in my checking account, no savings, no job and two higher education degrees that at the time felt as worthless a receipt paper.
Like many other millennials, I was promised that if I went to college and got a degree I could graduate and go do anything I wanted. If I just worked hard, someone would pay me for my hard work. Unfortunately no one told us the economy was going to collapse in 2008 and thousands of graduates would be left scrambling for any part time job that would pay them so they could eat anything besides Clif bars for dinner.
“Many millennials began their working live after the financial meltdown of 2008, when the stock market lost half its value. If they followed their parents’ script, went to college, and took on debt, expecting their parents’ results. Instead they were greeted with an economy in free fall and fewer opportunities in the traditional job market.”
We made our way back to Portland and our tiny room at my Aunt and Uncle’s home. Jesse continued to work, and I continued to job search and sleep as much as I could. I didn’t do much else and being awake became kind of exhausting. Eventually I managed to get a part time job that paid $10/hr at an upscale outdoor mall in a city just south of Portland. That income allowed us to apply for an apartment in another city south of Portland and we moved again into a really shitty apartment that we could only just barely afford.
I had a lot of fun at that job, but it was still customer service and it felt like a huge step back from the management position in customer service that I left in Spokane. Except now I was paying twice the amount of rent and didn’t have health insurance on top of no full time work. I was making friends though. They were fun and I dipped back into the drinking again. I would not say I had a problem with drinking I just spent too much of my time and money doing it. I was just coming out of my depression and my new friends helped with that a lot. They also liked to go out a lot and I just went along and had a good time. My Instagram posts from the time do not lie about this.
I still felt really stupid for leaving a full time job that paid more to start a part time job that paid less. So I made sure to make my job seem extra fun and cool online. The thing is it was fun and cool. I was working for the property management company for the mall and they let me help out in the office a few days a week doing some marketing, which was the field I was trying to get into. My boss was crazy, but the people were nice and my coworkers were really wonderful. But still, I wanted everyone online to believe that it was paying me much more than it was and it was a full time real career job. That was just a damn lie.
Eventually I had to get a full time job. The part time work was not cutting it and I also really needed to figure out something that would boost me into marketing. So I took a job at FedEx Office, which was really another glorified customer service gig, but with the promise of learning Adobe Creative Suites on the side. A promise that was kept and allowed me to get my next and first career job. So it all worked out but I just have to say that that job was almost worse than any other customer service job I had previously. I don’t know what it is about a place that is literally just supposed to ship packages and print paper for you, but holy shit I’d never been so disrespected in my life. So I spent a lot of time really fucking mad. I’d go to work mad, come home mad, and spend my time off getting mad about having to go back to work. What a nightmare.
The cool part about FedEx though was that I worked with a lot of older people who were really helpful and encouraging to me to not work there forever. They really helped hone my Photoshop skills and we got in some damn good Photoshop wars.
Eventually I’d come home from work and apply for five jobs a day. I was getting interviews like crazy, but nothing was panning out. Then I got a call for a job I didn’t even remember applying to. They wanted to interview me. I spent the next day actually reading through my job application and figuring out what in the world the job was for. Honestly, I still didn’t get it. It was an architecture and engineering firm and they wanted a marketing coordinator to work on things called proposals and put them into layout so I had to know InDesign. Well, of all the creative suites, InDesign was not my strongest, but what the hell. I did the interview and more than the job or the company I really felt strongly toward the woman who interviewed me. She was really excited about my background and didn’t mind at all that I had no experience in the industry or doing anything remotely like this. I almost cried when she actually looked at my education and said my degrees were what helped her make the decision to call me for an interview. Every interview I’d been on before then hadn’t even asked me about them. She could tell from all the side work I had been doing that I was really serious about landing something full time that could benefit from my writing and computer skills. I accepted the job and my income doubled over night.
I did it! I was working full time, not living pay check to pay check and I had some amazing coworkers….for about three months. Then the restructuring came. The company wasn’t doing too well. They laid off my boss, who was really my support with the company, then my amazing co workers all started to take new jobs because they didn’t like the new management. Also, I hated the projects we were working on and without the support of my old boss I was left to do a job I wasn’t really prepared for or hired on to do. Still, my online presence was assuring anyone who was watching that I had MADE IT.
So I spent my days looking for a way out again. My group that started with six people went down to 100% turnover in a year. They hired one person to help me and I was suddenly the most senior marketer at the company with one year of experience. Luckily they hired someone really amazing who had been in the industry forever and realized her mistake in taking this job the moment she showed up. We both were trying to get out and she actually helped me get an interview at the company I work at now.
Now I could tell you that my new job of almost two years is perfect and wonderful and I have it made. It’s true my income shot up again with it, and I do have a great office location with amazing coworkers. I am lucky in that regard. but I am coming to realize that this industry is not for me. I like it well enough and it works for now, but I’m not raving all over social media about my perfect occupation or anything anymore. It just wouldn’t’ be the truth. The truth is it’s working for now and I’m happy enough.
Five years ago I would have looked at me now and thought YES WE FINALLY DID IT. WE HAVE ARRIVED. But the more I work and the more time I put into something I’m not super passionate about the less I think I really have ‘made it’. I’m starting to realize that there is nothing more valuable than my time. The moments I have left. How do I want to spend it?
So that’s the truth of my entire journey from Spokane to Portland. It’s been kind of crazy. The beginning had lots of downs, and I wasn’t always honest online about any of it really. The last three years though have been really lovely and I’m enjoying it a lot. We’ll see what happens next, but I promise I’ll be more honest about it as it comes up.
Push Ups: Still on a resting break as my wrist has been killing me this week, but I am 95% healed and will take up the task of getting back to it this next week. I don’t want to give up on this goal.
Behind the video: I felt like sharing one of the later videos with you all this time. Mostly because it relates a bit to what my post for this week will be for honest photos. This was posted in September of 2013 just a few days before I was going to be fired from the job I hated that I moved to Portland for. I was already job searching so I had a feeling the end was nigh I just didn’t realize how nigh. In the video I talk about a disturbing job posting on Craigslist and try to make light of my situation. In the realm of honesty I was not in a good place, not happy with my move and really upset at being so far from my significant other. Enjoy the throwback!