Fuck the Comfort Zone

I have this very comfy place I like to live...it's safe, it's soft...no pain involved. Well, today I get the very unwelcomed priviledge of stepping outside of my comfort zone. My boss has asked me to call the nine people we interviewed this week and let them know that they didn't get the job. I'm not a confrontational person and this is perhaps the hardest thing any employer has EVER asked me to do. But, I'm doing it with confidence and without hesitation because I know that I need to learn to say "Fuck you" to my comfort zone.

After dialing, I've decided I ought to say:
“Hello, we appreciate you coming in to interview and wasting both your time and ours. We feel strongly that we have selected a good candidate and that is very much not you. We don’t really wish you the best of luck, but we hope that you find employment elsewhere so that you can begin to pay your taxes and be a contributing member of society. Good ridden and goodbye.”

Wally

(I couldn't sleep, so...I thought I'd write)

Wally will be going home soon and I'm heart broken about it. He brings this unique and powerful energy to my house. It just won't be the same place to come home to without him in it. I keep thinking that when the time comes, I'll just get another dog...but I'm not sure that's going to be solution. I know that letting him go to live with Beaver is the best choice. Wally will be the happiest with him...it just sucks for me.

Tonight he curled up on my legs and was trying to get comfortable. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his little brain. What does he think about when he sleeps? What does he think about when he is burrowing into my covers? Does he dream of treats? A warm and loving home where he's safe?

For people who aren't animal lovers, I'm sure that it's hard to understand, but this little dog has changed my life in ways I never knew or expected. He's been such a joy and a comfort. I love him and I hope that dogs are capable of feeling these emotions because he deserves to know just how important he is.

It's Hammer Time

Went out with the girls tonight...they're still out partying, I decided to call it...don't ask why, it wasn't the funniest story ever.
We went out to eat and I ordered Mushroom/Chicken Fettecine. It arrived with a shrimp in it...one shrimp - no biggie but the waitress told the manager and he came over and personally apologized...it was comical in it's own right.

Then we hopped over to Benny's on Q. It was neat, we sat outside drinking it up and chatting. Here's the group gathered around one of the nice little heaters they have out back:

From left: Elyssa, Turalie, Pricilla, Paul, Nicole. In the front: Anna and ME

Pricilla drove all the way from San Francisco just to celebrate Turalie's birthday with us...isn't that sweet!!




Then we hit the club and it was hot and comical all the same. A few drinks in, Pricilla, Elyssa and I started taking photos in front of the fan...some are better than others...this one was only so-so...but funny none the less!

The bouncer tried to get me to have some drinks with him. Cute, but not my scene. I'm not a bar hopper and certainly not a club goer!!! I haven't been to a club in about a year...and that was with Alena and Akiko - which makes it something totally different. Anyway, because I'm trying to do something new and different at least once a week I thought this would be a good place to start. It was! It tested my comfort level in a variety of ways but I was still able to find my center and enjoy the time out.

Next week, me and "On Divorced Men" are going up to Feather Falls for a hike/climb. Not sure what to expect their but should be fun!

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On a different note, I had some thoughts today...first, I need to take up a volunteer position that I devote at least 2 hours a week to. As it is, I don't feel like I'm giving and I think that something that doesn't put a lot of pressure on me but still allows me to give would be great. Maybe cooking on the weekends at the homeless shelter...

Another thing, when I got home tonight, there was a tape on my porch...I think I'm being stalked. I haven't looked at it or put in the player...I just thought it odd that someone bothered to leave something on my steps. No note. No nothing...very odd!