Terri June’s blog

It's been over a year since I've updated this.  And I've only moved and changed jobs since then.  After living in the same apartment complex for eight years I moved to NW Portland.  After working at old job for eight years I went back to the stinky law firm.  Eight year itch I guess.  Now I'm working in the middle of the night and taking public transportation with all my freak friends. Still better ... I think.

I met today with a legal staffing headhunter.  I watched her pull up and get out of her stylish car with her stylish clothes and asked her if she was BlahBlah from the agency.  She was.  She had already gotten her forms and such out of her purse when I introduced myself.  She immediately became very flustered.  Hmmm.  She turned one of her forms over and started taking notes on the back.  She asked me what kind of job I wanted but then started saying how there aren't many positions and have I ever thought of working at OHSU?  Where'd that come from ... I have worked in the legal field for the last 20 years.  After only about 15 mins she gathered up the papers, handed them all to me, including the page of her handwritten notes and told me she'd call me when she had something I could interview for.

I walked to my car and tossed the forms in the back seat.  I'll never hear from her again.  I do this every five or six years to see how far we have come as a society.  Not that much farther.

Maybe a fat old lady can get a job at a Plaid Pantry?

I had a really nice interview at Nike this a.m.  I probably didn't get the job because I don't have the specific skills they were looking for but they seemed to like me and will keep me in mind for future positions. Do you think that was just a line? They seemed to sincere. 

On the instructions for the interview it said that a guest pass would be reserved for me at the Employee Nike Store.  I assumed this meant I needed a pass for the Nike campus.  So I get there at 7:30 a.m. (my interview was at 9 a.m.) and the store is closed and doesn't open until 10 a.m.  I just stood there trying to figure out how I had misinterpreted my instructions when a lovely woman came around the corner to ask if I needed help.  I showed her my email and she laughed and explained to me that the guest pass was just a present from Nike for coming in to interview.  She said I must be very special (yeah, special as in not very bright) and she told me what a great place Nike was to work and that she had come to Nike from 17 years at Nordstroms and that after the interview I should come back to the store and she'd show me around.

After the interview I headed back to the employee store but got lost and barely found downtown.  I am SOOOOO special.

Last night going home I got pulled over for throwing out a cigarette butt … it’s a criminal offense and I have to go to court on 5/1 with the prostitutes and burglars and drug addicts (I looked at the docket and these are the other offenses listed for today) and I’ll probably go to jail. Unless they take into account that the officer wrote on the violation that I "through burning material" from the car. Maybe I can get away on a grammatical technicality.

No Ordinary Time: Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt: The Home Front in World War II

This is my second time trying to read this book.  It's not hard to read at all.  It instantly engages you and sets you right down in the White House.  In fact it's so easy to read it's almost as if someone is reading it to you ... and since I've seen Doris Kearns Goodwin being interviewed it's her voice I hear as I read.

But the first time I started reading this, within the first 100 pages, I got tired of holding the book up.  It's a big book.  I got the trade paperback but it's still really heavy.  I'll try and think of it this time as my daily free weight / bookreading combo.

I have been diagnosed as an apnic and hooked up with a cpap machine.  The jury is still out.  Apparently there's a learning curve with these things.  The first night was pretty good.  I slept through the night and woke up with a familiar headache but felt more rested.  Last night I couldn't get it right.  I woke up at 2 a.m. with my nose burning, a sore throat, chapped lips ... my mouth must have flapped open.  Now my sinuses are on fire.  Chicken or egg?  Did I have trouble with the machine because my sinuses were acting up or versa vice.  Probably the latter.  Plus it's spring.  It's always something.

Paris in the Fifties

I don't know why I bought this book.  I'm not a francophile.  It's an okay book.  Faintly annoying because he'll punctuate a paragraph with a phrase in French.  And I don't speak French.  And I don't drink wine so that whole section is lost on me.  I read about the author and he wrote a book on Vietnam and I like his writing enough to maybe read that book.

You know, I was wrong.  This book has stayed in my head which is usually the sign that I enjoyed the book.  I did have to skip a lot of details that were things like lists of writers, lists of philosophers, etc., but it does a great job of setting the stage that was post-War Paris.  Their complicated history, politics ... their socialist tendencies and their economic problems.  It makes me want to read more about that period.

Why do people care whether they are the first responder when posting comments on a blog?  Really don't understand that. 

The Liars' Club: A Memoir

I was halfway through this before I realized it was nonfiction.  I was getting tired of the constant drone of "colorful" antics.  Now I have to put down the book and rethink it from the perspective of nonfiction.

I can say, though, it's not an easy read.  It has kind of a monotonous rhythm.  And this happened, and then this happened, and then we got in a car, and then ....