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March 16, 2006

Holy hell peeps. To summarize: jobs, they’re tricky. Bitchy Apartment managers, they can make life hell. A few words of advice: do not become engaged in an argument with your apartment manager, especially if she is a bitch and, when being made to feel as though an argument isn’t going her way, will threaten to (quote) “kick you out”.
And also, if you feel like you don’t like your job as much as a person deserves to like their job, keep looking around for alternatives. Its much easier to be picky about where you will work if you already have a steady income to support you during your search.
So, at the time, there are a few job prospects and its nice to be able to decide which one to go with.
Im beginning to think some of Pancho’s *many* superstitions are rubbing off on me, one of them being the fact that he absolutely will not celebrate anything until it is set in stone. This can be a good thing.
In other news, Pancho and I are moving out of our beloved Shoebox in a week. There are definitely many things we will miss about this place, but overall, I think we are trading them in for equal awesomeness. (*Cross fingers*)
Things about the new place that worry us a little:
• It is literally next door to Union Station. Pancho used to live next to a rail road track, and he says you get used to the sound of trains quick, so hopefully we will.
• It is in China Town. This particular area in China Town used to be pretty fucking shady, but the Pearl District has grown a lot recently, and is causing huge changes in China Town. The most noticeable recent change (for me) was the addition of functional and bright street lamps. The difference is amazing. When I used to think about China Town, I pictured the dark, dank, scary, shit lurking in every crevasse, don’t hang out alone after the sun goes down China Town. But now you can see that a lot of that was just an exaggeration, and that even crazy fuckers that lurk in China Town aren’t crazy enough to lurk in plain sight. Pancho still insists we get a good aluminum baseball bat to keep around. And I agree.
• When we went to look at the place initially, I noticed the hallways in the building are dark and narrow, and for some reason, they make me uneasy.
• There are apparently loud college kids living there, but living right next to PSU, we not only have that here, we are pretty much immune to shenanigans.
• There is no air conditioning, and no pool. Kelly had said that we were pretty spoiled to have both here, but when you live in a large building several floors up, it can get really fucking hot in the summer. And I know last year we enjoyed the hell out of both.

Things about the new place that have us (me) completely giddy:
• An additional 250 square feet. That’s 50% larger than our little, tiny 500 square foot studio.
• A BEDROOM! Its true that living together in a studio apartment has probably helped our relationship more than it has ever hurt it, but having a bedroom will be nice. Not having one has basically forced us to communicate constantly, and prevented disagreements from becoming actual fights, so in this way, we are cautious about the bedroom allowing too much space for separation. Still, we are excited.
• A washer and dryer. In the apartment. This is actually pretty huge in the realm of apartment living in general. Its not only rare downtown, but pretty much every where, and its also something that anyone in their right mind would be very appreciative of. Especially if, like us, they are coming from a building that robs them of $1.50 per machine.
• A balcony. Having access to “outside” is pretty key for anyone, I would think. But, living downtown can take this simple pleasure away. Secured buildings make it so your front door is never outside, and studio apartments almost never have balconies. Plus, summer BBQ’s. Need a girl say more?
• Free internet access in the lobby. That’s pretty fucking sweet if you ask me.

Anywho peeps. That’s all I got for now. Holla back.