Sunday, October 29, 2006

Dude... Sweet

Looks like I'm going to be spending the winter cleaning floors and toilets and stuff. And snowboarding. A lot. I landed the custodian job at Sugarbowl, which is a night job. So depending on how long a shift runs, I'll either get off work, go to my car (which I haven't bought yet) and put on my Gore-tex pants, then get in on some first tracks in the morning or go home for a nap, come back, and get in some first tracks. The first two hours are, hands-down, my favorite. Not that I don't go all day.

This job rocks for other reasons. I can score free tickets, although I don't know how many, for friends and family, I get discounts at other ski areas, and in between storms I'll be in some really kick-ass country for riding my bike. Maybe I'll have to learn to cross-country ski or something too... It's a waste of the fresh stuff, but people seem to like it better on groomed snow anyway.

Snowboarding on a Tuesday morning. I'd say that's listed in the definition of "the good life."

Monday, October 23, 2006

Wish me luck

So I flew out on Friday to visit California and try to line up a job for the winter.

Who knew and didn't tell me about this new TSA regulation where they get to steal your fancy hair product and shaving cream? I was running low on both anyway, but they were still expensive. I suppose there are worse reasons for being profiled as a terrorist than having a sense of style.

Anyway, out in California I rented a Chevy Cobalt. It's their uncrappy compact - basically the car that ranges from "fun to drive" to "who's bright idea was it to stuff over 200hp in this tiny thing?" I'm pretty sure mine was the lowest model, but who's counting? Anyway, after driving hulking Ford SUVs that started to wander at highway speeds, it was a nice change to be driving something nice and low, with quick handling and the ability to accelerate past 80. In theory, Mom. Really, I swear.

Car aside, the job fair I went to at the resort I hope to work for was quite productive. I met the heads for a bunch of different departments, and they all seemed pretty positive, so as long as my references don't all develop issues, I should do pretty well. Think extra-special thoughts for the maintenance department, because that's much more my kind of thing (not that I couldn't stand in a parking lot and point) and it pays better too. If I get this, I think that it's going to happen a lot faster than I'd realized - mid- to late- November. On the one hand, not a lot of time to sublet. On the other hand, more than two weeks of lead time on a sublet is pretty much useless anyway. And then it's back to thinking about cars.

On the way back, it took three tries to find the car rental place. The first directions required me to take the I-80 business loop, which the guy didn't tell me. And I thought I asked that, too. The next set of directions involved taking an exit from I-5 Southbound that's north of 80. So I'd already missed the exit before I even got onto the freeway I was supposed to be exiting. The last set of directions may have worked, but I was already on the same approach my mother and I used to successfully find the rental place, so I just went that way. It's one thing when people can't give directions to a location they don't know, but you'd think that people living in Sacramento and working at a car rental place would be able to give directions to it from a major highway.

Then it was home on Greyhound. I never feel as classist as I do when I have to smell people less fortunate than myself. Although I think what bothers me the most about mass transit is that as soon as the trips start to be longer than those I take on the subway, it starts to be on someone else's terms.

Friday, October 13, 2006

I'm not dead

Really. Of course, I talk to most of my readership on the phone from time to time anyway, so everybody knows I'm not dead. But for people who follow my life, here's what's happened in the last two weeks.

Work. No surprises there. More driving around. Still no surprises. More riding my bike, which is good. My speed on the flats is getting up to 24mph sometimes, although my average on my loop is still running a little short of 16mph. I blame the sections on the street between my apartment and the West Side Highway and then from there to Central Park. Because when I'm not constantly slowing for traffic signals and such, I'm a lot faster.

There have been a number of things that I announced were "totally bloggable" but in the spirit of living my life rather than photographing it or, in this case, remembering to write about it, I don't remember what any of them were.

Trip to California coming soon. Hopefully I'm going to spend the winter in Lake Tahoe (my friend says that only birds and rich snobs "Winter over" somewhere, and I'm neither) this year. So think happy migration thoughts.