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Living at Rob’s now

Yup. Pictures to follow. Rob P. is fully legit, btw. I have a little bit more stuff than he thought but took it in stride. Plus, I am gonna store a little of it–there was stuff I needed at Lance’s that I don’t need here. Like a couple blankets because Lance’s house is cold.

Anyways, just woke up and walked to Lamar’s Donuts to grab some coffee and donuts. Then I checked my email, XKCD, Exploding Dog and Buy Olympia for the lastest cool artsy stuff. I like living here already.

I did have a moment of longing last night as I was moving stuff over. I really really wanted my own place. Having my own place to claim as “my own place”, not having to move stuff around, have friends over, etc… It would be chill. This was the first time I felt that so far.

But yeah. Gotta get ready for work. Which I love, btw. I love working at Jax.

Later!

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Well, I am aiming to finish moving in with my friend Rob Prescott today. After talking with my friend Sam (the original person I was suppose to live with this month), she decided that me + her roommates + her would be a tight fit in the house. So, with two weeks notice that I did not have somewhere to live for January, I asked Rob. He said yes.

Unfortuantely/fortunately, he is away for the next 5 days. He is playing in the mountains. I will be working. Good thing I have his living room at my disposal! Mwa-Hahahaha!

But in the past two weeks, I have done fun stuff like snowshoe, ski, hang out, watch Southpark and cook. I have found out that I like making a lot of food and then eating it for a couple days. Making many small breakfast burritos and then eating them slowly over the week not only saves time in the morning, but also saves money. Breakfast if I were to eat out every morning–unhealthy and ~$3.50 every morning. Breakfast burrito–$0.50 sausage+$0.20 egg+$0.10 potato+$0.30 cheese+$0.10 tortilla=$1.20 awesome healthy breakfast burrito. That’s $6 for breakfast an entire work week/$24 for breakfast for an entire month… Word.

I have also made pot roast. Twice. Here’s the monetary breakdown for this: $5 meat, $1.70 potatoes, $1.20 carrots, $0.80 onion, $1.29 spice packet (ranch dressing mix), $1.29 vegetable stock = ~$10.50 for 5 to 6 meals (~$1.70-$2 per meal). And those are mostly organic/natural products. Rock!

So, staying on this healthy, inexpensive eating kick will also save me money. Woot! And so I plan on saving for a boat trip in late March/early April that my friend Arlo invited me on. Here are some pictures of me from the last boat trip:
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That’s me with the red gloves and the excited “Woooooo!” face. Super excited for this trip!

Well, back to packing up/taking my bed apart/dancing.

Awkward and random

This is something I was expecting. Only it is way more enjoyable that I expected.

Oh yes, I am talking about awkward and random moments with my “host”. You know, walking from the bathroom in my towel–awkward. Or walking into the backroom only to find a cute pair of eyes staring down at me from the top shelf amidst all the potted plants:
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Random.

But I have actually considered trying out some awkward moments to test some limits. For instance, maybe making breakfast naked.

All this stemmed from a conversation about making this experience a reality show. The hosts are contestants and whomever does the best job hosting wins! But there would be tests, such as who survives the best through awkward moments or who makes me the best pies (hint hint Sam). Host physical attractiveness and couch comfiness were also potential qualifiers.

What do yall think? Should I push the idea to a network? I think I could make some money off this idea, so let me know…

It’s been a while…

Sorry it has been a while. How I have missed you all. But, it has been an eventful two weeks. Let’s see, I last blogged right before I moved. I was packing–and having a blast with it, really. Until my old roommate went psycho on me. Which was not very fun, let me tell you. In a nutshell, she owed me a little bit of money over past internet bills and she had a problem with this. Instead of sitting down and rationally talking about it, she wrote me a sob-case letter about how I am a horrible, overbearing person. Well, this is the third time she has freaked out on me in the last 6 months and created drama out of nothing (the last time started with lettuce in the sink). Since I do not appreciate high-drama friends, I plan on having minimal contact with her for a while. I am high drama enough, thank you, without having other self-centric, high drama people in my life to muck it up further.

Anyways, onward with the story. I was trying to finish packing so that I could be moved before I flew to visit my sister at 6am, Nov. 27th. And I succeeded. Barely. Here was what some of the final chaos looked like:
Chaos Packing

But eventually, I got is all packed and moved. My good friend Jolly helped me move the big stuff like the futon and some mattresses. We moved the stuff to be stored into Sam Applegate’s garage for now… I finished moving and cleaned the apartment with 15 minutes to spare before I had to drive to the airport at 3am. Awesome!

Then I was off to visit family in Indiana and northern Kentucky. Woo hoo. This visit just solidifies how much I hate the midwest. As proof, I passed this amazing creation of humanity, Touchdown Jesus:

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It is right outside of Cincinnati and is also as scary as it looks. Oh, I also realized how much you cannot choose your family, no matter how much you may want to. But that is for another blog altogether…

And then I came home to Colorado. And wow, was I happy to be back! But sans a physical home, where am I now “living”? Well, I have been enjoying the coziness of Mr. Lance Everette’s abode for about a week now. I have the front room:
new digs

I also realized how gracious a soul Lance is–I messed up his house and cluttered his back room while I was traveling… But, now I am here, settled, and happy. I still feel the need to downsize a bit, but whatever. So, if you have some extra cash or a free beer for some packing assistance, let me know…

A Step in a New Direction

Well, in the last week, I have been interviewing with Jax Mercantile for a full time position in their camping/climbing department. I am happy to say that I accepted the position and am starting a new page in my career!

Duh duh duh duh duh duh, duh duh duh duh duh duh!

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Why the career change, Kate? I have loved my time with REI, barring the minor things like panic attacks, and I have learned so much from that company. My coworkers are amazing and they brought joy to my life everyday I went into work. On top of that, I got along great with the management and was in the process of learning things like business numbers, how to control and direct my passion, and how to effectively communicate in a business setting–skills and knowledge good managers need in order to be successful. Again, I made this decision not based off of my dislike of REI…

I made this decision for the money. Pure and simple. I make $10.16 an hour at REI. Work me 26 hours and I make ~$280/wk. Not too bad. But REI has no legal obligation to work me at all. And as much as I would like to believe that the management team would not cut my hours down to nearly nothing, I am not reassured. I have no stability and no guarantee. Why do people shop at REI? The 100% satisfaction guarantee on all of the products we sell. They just don’t provide that for their employees.

Jax is starting me at $8.00 an hour plus the store’s commission, which is based off of how well our store meets our sales goal. We meet our goal–$1.00 is added to our hourly rate. We exceed our goal–more than $1.00 is added to our pay rate. We don’t meet our goal–between $0.56-$0.99 is added to our pay rate. So, right now, I am looking at $9/hr. A pay cut. However, 32-40 hours a week, guaranteed, at $9.00 an hour is still much better than what REI can offer me.

And this is why I feel bitter: Jax, a company who knows nothing about me, my ethics, my work practices, my sarcasm and sass, is willing to offer me a better deal than a company that knows my skills and what I have to offer. What is it that REI sees that makes them hesitant? What is it about my performance that has them so worried that I am a risky venture?

Oh well. These are needless questions. I have had one really good question lately: what is next for Kate? Well, if you forgot what I just talked about, I have a new job with Jax. But I am going to assume that you wanted to know more than that. So, I plan on pursuing a career in recreation retail management (working for retail outfits that sell recreation equipment) while developing a freelance graphic design/web design company that will, hopefully, work for small local companies.

How’s that for a lifestyle? When working: play with fun gear and work with customers ensuring that they have a fantastic time outdoors as well as play on a computer making sharp designs. When not working: free-time to play outside–cycling, climbing, skiing, hiking, ultimate frisbee, doing backflips, etc…

Indeed, it is time to move on. In 3 days it is time to move. And in celebration of a new job and the beginning of an adventure, I will not hassle you, my lovely readers, with any proposition or money-making scheme.

But just this once.

Sunrises. Sunsets.

I have a tendency to love sunrises and sunsets. Love. There is something magical and beautiful about the beginning and the end of daylight.

So, this is a brief post. Here are pictures of a recent sunset that illuminated Fort Collins with an eerie pink/purple light:FoCo SunsetSunset 2

As well as pictures of a sunrise hike of Greyrock the night after an ice storm. We expected the cold. We did not expect the ice to leave such an impact. Every tree was coated in fluffy ice, and Jolly and I felt like we were in a winter wonderland or a Dr. Seuss book:Sunrise from GreyrockIcey Greyrock DawnDelicate Spears made of ice

For more, check out my flickr page.  If you would desire any of my photos for excellent wall decor, they run ~$20 a print. I can even photoshop you into them for a little extra. You let me know…

So, I have been packing a lot the last two days. It started with the advent of selling a couple furniture items. Without stuff to hold my stuff, I decided to start boxing the stuff in preparation for storage.

Here are some pictures of the chaos of the living room:
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AND my bedroom:
Chaos 2

So after so much busy busy packing/making chaos, one feels the need to take a break. What happens to be more stress relieving than doing crack cocaine? Yup. Dancing.
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Just so you know. You know, for the next time you are packing and need a break. Don’t go to the bar. Don’t eat dinner at a friend’s house. Don’t go to work. Dance. Dance in your living room. What’s that lame saying: “Dance like no one’s watching?” Well, I say, “Dance like everyone’s watching and you just don’t give a f@#$!”

Today was a good day. I feel…spunky. Let me tell you why.

Background: When I first saw that REI had cut me down to 8 hours, I thought “you’ve got to be kidding me?” So, I wrote that on the schedule: “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Right next to my name. Anyone who knows me knows I speak my mind. BUT, when my coworkers asked me how I was coping, I did not berate the management. I know that they really had no choice. Headquarters mandated this scheduling crunch. However, you’ve got to be kidding me? I was having at least one panic attack a day. More like two or three a day. For eight or nine days. I woke up at least once a night. More like two or three times a night, worried sick over how I was going to support myself. Did they expect me to eat with 8 hours a week? With as hard as I work? As much as I contribute? As loyal as I am to that stupid co-op?

Do you know how sane–let alone friendly–someone is after crying two or three times a day and not having a single good night’s sleep for over a week?

So, back to the story. My manager pulled me into his office last night to berate me for writing that on the schedule. “What did you mean by that?” “Do you think that people who didn’t even get 8 hours would have interpreted that poorly?” “Being where you are now, knowing you are getting regular hours, would you go back and not have done that?” (Oh, and btw, by “regular,” he meant I was up to 20hrs that week–not even full time hours.)

Well, here are my answers. Respectively. “I meant, ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ ” “No. They would have seen that and agreed. You have got to be kidding. This schedule is ridiculous for every single person involved.” “No. I most certainly would not have done anything differently. You people did not even give us 24 hours notice before cutting out hours dramatically. Do you not know that we eat with this money? Do you not know that some of us have kids who we are medically insuring with this job? Do you not fully understand the panic that you caused, given that you have your secure, salaried job? If you cannot admit that you did wrong by not letting us know a week–shit, 4 days–before you cut the schedule, how can you ask me to go back and say I did wrong by writing 1…3…5…6, 6 words on the last page of the schedule where 5-10 people at most would see it?”

But what do I care about this crap job anyway? How can I be so loyal to a job that treats me like I am not worth what they pay me? Silly human conscious.

Well, in celebration to not caring sooner than later, I pack up my unnecessary worldly belongings and dance. And soooo, if you would like a dance partner and have some extra cash for a lesson in not giving a f@#$ about what others think, you let me know…