Before entering the working world, summer meant warm days, long nights and vacation. In honor of that tradition, OC2Seattle.com will be on summer vacation until after Labor Day. In the meantime please pop over to Examiner.com where I dish on Seattle restaurants and food goings-on in the Seattle area.
In my work life I spend a fair amount of time sitting in conference rooms attending depositions. For those blissfully ignorant of what a deposition is – lucky you – it’s basically questioning by one or more parties’ attorneys of a potential witness to learn facts about the case and avoid surprises at trial.
Sometimes questions get asked which validate all jokes about stupid lawyers.
A new favorite with names changed for legal like reasons:
“Did Blueco enter into an agreement with Redbarn before Blueco existed?”
Update: When I told Jim about this question he suggested that the appropriate objection is “Objection: Lacks foundation, in any universe.”
I don’t drink coffee, which is scandalous in the land of Starbucks, but I do drink tea. A lot. Primarily to stay warm, during the nine months of gray.
Every morning starts off with a steaming mug of Yogi Super Anti-Oxidant Green Tea (does this make me a healthy blogger?). And as the day progresses various other types of tea are consumed. Most of these teas, which tend to be Yogi or Good Earth, have little quotes on the teabag tag. (Yes, teabags. I recognize the flavor advantage of loose-leaf but it just isn’t practical at the office and so is reserved for home use.)
Many are straightforward: “When the mind is backed by will, miracles happen.”
But some, are just downright baffling. For example, this morning I received:
“The trust that others place in you is your grace.”
Come again? Is this a riddle? Is it supposed to mean if you are gracious people will trust you? Or does it mean that trust by others makes you graceful and/or gracious?
Can someone please tell me what this means?
Forget the confessions. It’s Friday and I’m feeling generous because I have to work all weekend and if I can’t have a good time someone else should. So I’m gifting you with insight – things you could only figure out by careful observation of me for days, months, years even.
Without further ado, here are some of my dirty little secrets.
- I find Hot Tamales irresistible. Put that siren red box in front of me at a checkout line and you will get my money every time. I’ve even been known to stalk people eating those red-hot wonders at sporting events until I find which concession stand is holding the hotness hostage.
- I sometimes crave Marie Calendar’s chicken pot pies – the frozen ones. The calories and fat counts keep me pining in the freezer aisle.
- My true Achilles heel are potato chips. Leave a bag of KC Masterpiece in my vicinity and that bag will be dust in 10 minutes flat. As a result, you will rarely find a chip in our house. That temptation stays at the store where it belongs.
- Sometimes two Jack in the Box tacos and a chocolate shake is a perfect meal. The greasier the tacos, the better.
- I think In-n-Out is way better than Dick’s.
- I think there needs to be a cook book called “Fat Man in the Kitchen” – because I would totally buy it, for the title alone.
- I have trouble trusting skinny chefs . . .
And with that, I’m off to a weekend of avoiding the Seattle lynch mob that is no doubt forming over my Dick’s denigration and to prep for trial. Have a fabulous food-filled weekend 😉
For some reason that baffles me, Seattle, one of the rainiest places in the U.S., boasts a large number of folks who bike to work, the store, and around town in general. Even our mayor claims to bike to work, although either he’s lying or he’s compensating for the exercise by biking through McDonald’s one too many times (not charitable, I know, but I’m not a fan).
Rain aside, Seattle lends itself to biking because many office buildings have showers and the dress code at most businesses is so lax (thanks, Microsoft) that for those whose colleagues don’t mind the stench, showers are not an impediment to a sweaty pre-work ride, showers or no showers. Drivers also are extremely deferential to bicyclists, refraining from honking when the less experienced biker takes up an entire lane on a four lane road causing a parade-like back-up at rush hour.
Last time I checked, however, bicyclists were obligated to follow the same rules of the road that cars follow. Apparently, some think otherwise.
While driving to the office today, I stopped at a red light and put my right turn signal on. When the light turned green, I checked the sidewalk for pedestrians and began to make my right hand turn. Suddenly, yelling ensued. I stopped to determine the source of the screaming and saw a bicyclist (who was not there when I was stopped at the light) come careening down the hill and through the intersection). Pardon my language, but WTF! Now, a car certainly could not have decided to jump out from behind me and foil my right turn efforts, so what makes this bicyclist think he can?
Was he emboldened by Seattle’s pro-bike policy to disregard the traffic laws and his and my safety? Or, was he just plain stupid (not to mention unjustifiably indignant)?
Perhaps, you should need a license to ride a bike on the city streets? Something that ensures you actually know the traffic laws . . .because I’m pretty sure that helmet and raincoat aren’t going to save you when you crash your bike into a semi.
What do you think?
Filed under: Misc., So. Cal transplant adjusting to life in the Emerald City. | Tagged: Bicyclists | 6 Comments »
Robbed, burgled, Violated.
I came home early yesterday, a quick stop between work and tennis, I thought. I unlocked and opened the front door, put my bags down and closed and locked the door. After a brief stop in the kitchen (honey, if you’re reading this could you please change the water in the flowers tonight? Love you) I headed to the basement to pull clothes out of the drier.
The basement door was wide open.
Thinking Jim had stopped by the house and forgotten to close the door, I closed and locked it and then I went to my bedroom.
Every drawer was open. Empty jewlry boxes were strewn across the dresser, every closet was standing open. And that’s when it hit me – someone had broken in and robbed us.
I immediately called the police and Jim and then I waited and waited and waited.
As I waited I started assessing what was taken – laptops, gone. Blu-Ray player gone, diamond earrings that were stupidly sitting on my dresser, gone. The necklace Jim bought me and surprised me with in Ashland – gone.
Jim’s camera – gone.
Then I noticed disturbing things like the fact that all the drawers were open but not all had been gone through. The fire safe was pulled away from the wall but not open and not gone. The kitchen door was also slightly open. From the looks of it they had been robbing the house when I CAME HOME.
When the police arrived – 3 hours later, (Thanks Mayor McGinn for ignoring basic services while spending $60,000 to put a bike lane in on a hill with an 8% grade) they confirmed that it looked like the burglars were at the house when I arrived. The police then searched the house thoroughly because burglars have been known to HIDE in the house when interrupted!
Luckily, ours had fled. So while replacing the window the burglars REMOVED – frame and all – to get in and having an alarm system installed I thought I’d share a few tips I learned.
1. That fire safe Jim mocked? Heavy and bulky, it saved us from losing our passports and the majority of my jewelry, but a floor or wall safe would be better. If these had been thieves with a moving van, we would have lost everything.
2. Write the models, serial nos. and prices of all of your electronics down and keep it somewhere safe (like you wallet, and a copy at work, etc.). The police write a report of all that is stolen and send it out to the pawn shops who are required to report if the item turns up. The more identifying information you have, the better chance you have of catching the thief when the item is fenced.
3. Call your computer manufacturer if your laptop is taken. I called Dell to find out the serial no. for my laptop and they marked the laptop as stolen.
4. Get an audible alarm system. Silent alarms don’t scare the casual thief off and the police can’t always be there at your house within minutes. Seriously consider an alarm system. They are anywhere from $30-$50 per month and basic installation is generally free. The scariest part of our experience is that it could have happened when I was home alone.
5. Report any suspicious car or person loitering in your neighborhood. The police told us they will check them out and don’t mind. In fact, they said it helps them keep an eye on trends in neighborhoods.
6. Upload your photos to a website the minute you take them and photoshop them and reload them thereafter. Jim’s laptop and camera were stolen and as a result, he lost all of his photos from his recent trip to Ireland.
A big thank you to the police officers from the East Precinct who answered our call, checked under our beds and took fingerprints for us – you made a bad situation bearable.
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