Oopsie daisy.
October 22, 2003
Well, here’s to doing stupid things.
I went back to Bridgeport last night to enjoy cheap pints of beer, and after having some good conversation while there, I left and got back on the Portland Streetcar and made my way to a MAX stop. As I waited there for the train to come up the street, I realized what important thing I’d neglected to do: close out my tab. Normally I pay with cash at Bridgeport, but after my MAX ticket, two Powerball tickets, and a slice of cheese pizza (with five cloves of garlic on it!), I was a bit strapped for cash, so I used my debit card instead. Well, I asked them to run me a tab so they hold my debit card until I close it out, but alas, I walked out without getting my card back and so it’s still there in Bridgeport, waiting for my return. What does that mean? I have to go back today and pick it up–that’s right, three times in three days. It’s so much easier to buy beer when they just hand it to you and you don’t have to give them anything in return, so I didn’t even think about it.
Duh.
I told someone about that, and they said that pretty soon they’re going to know me by name in there. My response was that sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came. You want to be where you can see that troubles are all the same. As long as when I walk in today and they don’t all yell “NORM!” I’ll be happy. I arranged to go back with my Dad today so that I’m not going alone again, because after all, you can’t stop in a brewery and NOT have beer.
After my Dad and I grab some beer, we’re going to take MAX back to Sunset and then I’m driving over to his house for an indefinite period of time. It seems that my car is leaking fluids of sort sort, so I need to triage it by taking it to the mechanic we always use. I’ve added three quarts of oil to it in the last two days, but I don’t think that’s what’s flowing out. There’s a dark spot underneath it (but then again, there’s ALWAYS been a dark spot underneath it) and a nice spatter in a semi-circular pattern where I pulled out of the driveway last night, as well as another similar pattern I noticed in Sunset yesterday when I pulled into a parking spot. I had no idea what it was, and there was certainly nothing I could do there in the parking garage. But I pulled out of the driveway this morning to get a better look under the car, and when I pulled back in there was another spatter in the street. Red fluid, not black like oil. Oil is black (or somewhat clear and viscous when it’s new), coolant is green, but I wasn’t entirely sure what the red was. Transmission fluid, it turns out. Eep. Doctor Goodwrench, Doctor Goodwrench, you’re needed immediately in the ER. Paging doctor Goodwrench.
Alas, since I will be in Lake Oswego and most likely car-less, that means I can’t make a pizza for you, Barbara. Sorry, but it’s quite a walk from there. Get my Mom to take you to the Mad Greek and you’ll be satisfied, though. I’m not a big fan of Greek cuisine (unless it’s at the Greek Cusina, and sadly, I can’t link to those pictures yet since I don’t have them done), but this hole-in-the-wall place that looks like it would get shut down by the Department of Health serves some of the best Greek food around. The lamb souvlaki sticks are to die for, and the Greek fries are excellent.
I sent off application number three for the week today (and I did hear back from the job I asked about yesterday, so I sent in my resume), a position at the Multnomah Athletic Club working at the front desk. Not a “glamor” job, but if I got it that position would afford me three benefits: 1) working in a gym, where I could likely get a either a reduced or free membership for usage even at odd hours of a facility that costs several thousand dollars to get into and has a waiting period of more than five years on average, 2) a job in an upscale place right on the MAX line, and 3) the balcony in the back overlooking PGE Park offers free viewing for members of events like oh, baseball games and the like. Those three reasons alone make for a nice trio of reasons to like that job. Actually, now that I think about it that would be kind of a glamour job.
I got up pretty early today because I was having trouble sleeping for some reason, so I got my job application done and now I’m watching my season 1 of “La Femme Nikita” on DVD that I got with my birthday money recently. I’ve seen a bunch of the episodes already because I was watching the show daily (sometimes twice daily) this summer as I exercised, but it’s nice to fill in the holes that I haven’t seen. That and I don’t have much else to do today until I go meet my Dad for a couple of pints of Blue Heron Ale for Bridgeport’s “Blue Wednesday” where pints of Blue Heron are $0.75 off.
So tune in next time, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel. Keep your fingers crossed for me in my job search, all. Later.
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