Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Back off!
Right after I just got through saying how this place is haunted I find two random posts to my blog. Now I'm not really saying they were put their by our dear friend the ghost, but I'm a little worried that someone has hacked into my account! Nobody blogs inbetween these lines but me! Don't worry, though, I deleted them. One was in spanish and I couldn't read it anyway, the other was just a Title and really made no sense.
The ghost in you
If you know me at all you know how much I like ghost stories. Something about people hanging on to this life is a little intriguing and not to mention spooky sometimes. When my sisters tell me a story they always try to add in something about ghosts. It goes a little something like this:
Camilla: Hey, Anna, do you wanna hear a story?
Anna: Sure, is it a scary one?
Camilla: Yeah! My friend/ex-roommate from SVC is having another baby and. . . [she then proceeds to tell me some random story about her friend/ex-roommate that has nothing to do with ghosts whatsoever] . . . And then there was a ghost.
Anna: Pretends to be scared That was a pretty scary story, I'm glad to see that your friends are having fifty million babies.
Or something like that. It always ends in "and then there was a ghost." It's great. I love my sisters.
Sometimes, though, these ghosts are a little closer than I would like to think. When I used to work at the Old Navy on 1st South and Main Street in downtown Salt Lake we all knew the building was haunted. It was a girl, and I always wondered what happened there to make her stick around. She was harmless, but still left a creepy presence.
I'm beginning to think that our office space here at the LLS is haunted too. Maybe it's the whole building. Things are just now adding up.
Incident one: I ordered cycling jerseys for our Tahoe team. When they arrived I checked to make sure we had them all and then set them aside. When it was time to make the event kits, John Drury's jersey was no where to be found. I remember distinctly seeing his because I was commenting on how cool it was because it said "coach" down the side. How could it have just disappeared like that? We thought that maybe someone stole it. Walked away with it on accident. It's still a mystery.
Incident two: Today Kelley had a reimbursement form with some receipts attached to mail to Marvin sitting on her desk. It was there this morning, but when she went to mail it the form was gone. Nobody in the office has seen it. We've all looked everywhere and can't find it. Once again, where did it go?
Now both of these incidents don't add up to much really. Maybe someone is just a klepto. But then Kelley tells me another story.
Kelley and Cali were sitting at the front desk when the door to our office closed by itself. When we have the door open all the way it is essentially propped open by a patch of carpet that must be a little thicker. It doesn't just swing easily shut. It takes a little bit of force. And it's not that windy on the second floor of the Westgate Business Center!
Maybe this place is haunted. Kathy Stanley always complained of a poltergiest in her computer--but I think that was because she wasn't so skilled with technology. Sometimes the elevator door will open and close on its own. One time I got in the elevator and instead of taking me to the second floor like I had asked, it took me to the basement (It was really the creepiest thing ever--especially since I had heard a story about this guy going down to the basement of this old civil war hospital building and when the doors opened the room was full of dead civil war soldiers and nurses, etc going about their daily hospital routine as if they were still alive). When the doors opened up to the half-finished basement it was quite a shock. Nobody got on the elevator, so why did it even go down there? Who knows.
Maybe the ghosts just follow me around.
Camilla: Hey, Anna, do you wanna hear a story?
Anna: Sure, is it a scary one?
Camilla: Yeah! My friend/ex-roommate from SVC is having another baby and. . . [she then proceeds to tell me some random story about her friend/ex-roommate that has nothing to do with ghosts whatsoever] . . . And then there was a ghost.
Anna: Pretends to be scared That was a pretty scary story, I'm glad to see that your friends are having fifty million babies.
Or something like that. It always ends in "and then there was a ghost." It's great. I love my sisters.
Sometimes, though, these ghosts are a little closer than I would like to think. When I used to work at the Old Navy on 1st South and Main Street in downtown Salt Lake we all knew the building was haunted. It was a girl, and I always wondered what happened there to make her stick around. She was harmless, but still left a creepy presence.
I'm beginning to think that our office space here at the LLS is haunted too. Maybe it's the whole building. Things are just now adding up.
Incident one: I ordered cycling jerseys for our Tahoe team. When they arrived I checked to make sure we had them all and then set them aside. When it was time to make the event kits, John Drury's jersey was no where to be found. I remember distinctly seeing his because I was commenting on how cool it was because it said "coach" down the side. How could it have just disappeared like that? We thought that maybe someone stole it. Walked away with it on accident. It's still a mystery.
Incident two: Today Kelley had a reimbursement form with some receipts attached to mail to Marvin sitting on her desk. It was there this morning, but when she went to mail it the form was gone. Nobody in the office has seen it. We've all looked everywhere and can't find it. Once again, where did it go?
Now both of these incidents don't add up to much really. Maybe someone is just a klepto. But then Kelley tells me another story.
Kelley and Cali were sitting at the front desk when the door to our office closed by itself. When we have the door open all the way it is essentially propped open by a patch of carpet that must be a little thicker. It doesn't just swing easily shut. It takes a little bit of force. And it's not that windy on the second floor of the Westgate Business Center!
Maybe this place is haunted. Kathy Stanley always complained of a poltergiest in her computer--but I think that was because she wasn't so skilled with technology. Sometimes the elevator door will open and close on its own. One time I got in the elevator and instead of taking me to the second floor like I had asked, it took me to the basement (It was really the creepiest thing ever--especially since I had heard a story about this guy going down to the basement of this old civil war hospital building and when the doors opened the room was full of dead civil war soldiers and nurses, etc going about their daily hospital routine as if they were still alive). When the doors opened up to the half-finished basement it was quite a shock. Nobody got on the elevator, so why did it even go down there? Who knows.
Maybe the ghosts just follow me around.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Keno Ray
The last time I went to Wendover it was for my scuba certification trip. There's a lake out in the middle of no where with sunken things and ugly brown fish. My sister and I stayed at the Rainbow in town. Usually I'm all about gambling. Especially when it is with someone elses money. That trip I wasn't too interested in it. The casino was too sparkly. It gave me a headache just walking through it. My sister doesn't gamble anyway, and it's no fun to get carded all by yourself. So we stayed in the hotel room all night. She slept, and I watched PBS. It was probably one of the best nights of my life. There was a great documentary about Shackleton's expedition to Antartica, and then Touching the Void was on after. I couldn't think of anything I would have rather been doing that night. NOVA had it's grasp on me.
This trip to Wendover was different. I was going with some friends and our purpose was to gamble. To lose all our money on some fleeting entertainment. It would have been great, except I ruined my trip the night before by reading the Ensign. Apparently the prophet speaks against gambling. Who knew?! So I was torn and conflicted...
I ended up just playing Keno. I couldn't resist the lure of picking my favorite numbers. Because numbers are a big deal to me -- especially my psychic and/or lucky numbers. I think I came out even, or I may have lost a buck in the process. It doesn't matter. I had fun. Keno Ray was our Keno Supervisor. He was pretty much a celebrity in my mind.
We had a cool waiter as well. Since it was Friday and every buffet in town was serving fish, we ended up at this cafe. Whitney had lost hope of the chocolate fountain. When we were almost done eating she asked Joel, our waiter, if he could get us some chocolate covered strawberries from the buffet next door. He said he could, he would just have to be careful his boss wouldn't find out. Minutes later he came back with a "Pepsi" to-go. He got a big tip for that one.
Out on the floor everyone else I was with proceeded to lose thier money. I stood by and watched. I was okay with keeping my money for a little longer.
This trip to Wendover was different. I was going with some friends and our purpose was to gamble. To lose all our money on some fleeting entertainment. It would have been great, except I ruined my trip the night before by reading the Ensign. Apparently the prophet speaks against gambling. Who knew?! So I was torn and conflicted...
I ended up just playing Keno. I couldn't resist the lure of picking my favorite numbers. Because numbers are a big deal to me -- especially my psychic and/or lucky numbers. I think I came out even, or I may have lost a buck in the process. It doesn't matter. I had fun. Keno Ray was our Keno Supervisor. He was pretty much a celebrity in my mind.
We had a cool waiter as well. Since it was Friday and every buffet in town was serving fish, we ended up at this cafe. Whitney had lost hope of the chocolate fountain. When we were almost done eating she asked Joel, our waiter, if he could get us some chocolate covered strawberries from the buffet next door. He said he could, he would just have to be careful his boss wouldn't find out. Minutes later he came back with a "Pepsi" to-go. He got a big tip for that one.
Out on the floor everyone else I was with proceeded to lose thier money. I stood by and watched. I was okay with keeping my money for a little longer.
Friday, May 27, 2005
A downward spiral with an uphill climb
It all started last Tuesday. I was seduced with the thought of trail running, picnics at Cafe Rio, and a movie about love. Okay, it's really not that hard to talk me out of going to work. Especially when the weather is beautiful outside. I knew I had stuff I should be doing at work, but at the time I really didn't care.
So when I got to the LLS Wednesday afternoon I was hit with the realization that I am the biggest slacker/procrastinator on the face of this planet and it needed to stop! I was stressed. I would go through periods of anxiety when I thought of all the stuff I needed to get done. Were picnics and movies about love really worth it? Looking back on it, I am almost certian that they are.
So I've been trying my hardest to focus. I have done all the major things. I am leaving this place soon anyway so maybe I'm feeling a little apathetic about it all. I'm feeling less anxious. It's Friday and the start of a holiday weekend. It is another beautiful day.
So when I got to the LLS Wednesday afternoon I was hit with the realization that I am the biggest slacker/procrastinator on the face of this planet and it needed to stop! I was stressed. I would go through periods of anxiety when I thought of all the stuff I needed to get done. Were picnics and movies about love really worth it? Looking back on it, I am almost certian that they are.
So I've been trying my hardest to focus. I have done all the major things. I am leaving this place soon anyway so maybe I'm feeling a little apathetic about it all. I'm feeling less anxious. It's Friday and the start of a holiday weekend. It is another beautiful day.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Oi Vey!
Sorry, Mike, the reign of the odd-numbered days is over! I am irritated by two things at the moment:
a) It's bloody 800 degrees outside. What happened to spring? Where did she go? I was enjoying the cool, grey days. Being able to run outside in the evening with shorts and a long-sleeved Tshirt. Walking home from Trax in the rain. Still being able to wear a light sweater, a cardigan perhaps. But I fear those days are gone. It's hot. And the worst is yet to come.
2) We have no couches. Or we won't within 24 hours that is! Kara, our landlord, called my roommate and told her that she is coming to pick up the couches either today or tomorrow. Granted they are her couches, but isn't it nice to give someone some warning before you take away their living room furniture? Get out the Crazy Creeks and the camping chairs! Man, this whole thing seems ridiculous! Is she doing this out of spite? Why does she need her couches now? Is it because we're trying to move out before our lease is up? Is she upset with us? Did she just barely realize she needed more seating in her current residence? I just don't understand. . .
a) It's bloody 800 degrees outside. What happened to spring? Where did she go? I was enjoying the cool, grey days. Being able to run outside in the evening with shorts and a long-sleeved Tshirt. Walking home from Trax in the rain. Still being able to wear a light sweater, a cardigan perhaps. But I fear those days are gone. It's hot. And the worst is yet to come.
2) We have no couches. Or we won't within 24 hours that is! Kara, our landlord, called my roommate and told her that she is coming to pick up the couches either today or tomorrow. Granted they are her couches, but isn't it nice to give someone some warning before you take away their living room furniture? Get out the Crazy Creeks and the camping chairs! Man, this whole thing seems ridiculous! Is she doing this out of spite? Why does she need her couches now? Is it because we're trying to move out before our lease is up? Is she upset with us? Did she just barely realize she needed more seating in her current residence? I just don't understand. . .
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Maybe everyone's just full of crap!
They say I only blog on odd numbered days.
And by they I mean Mike Eastman.
So this blog is dedicated to him,
because it is the 19th of May after all.
Natalie told me an interesting fact today. Okay, maybe it's more of a disturbing fact. The average person has 10-15 pounds of crap encrusted around their colon. Ten to fifteen pounds! Who needs all that extra weight?! I think a cleanse is called for. We must rid ourselves of the unwanted waste in our lives.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Maybe my grandpa isn't so crazy after all
My vanilla soy milk has just as much calcium as the real milk in the fridge. It has five percent more vitamin D as well. Maybe there is some truth to the dairy conspiracy. . .
Friday, May 13, 2005
Friday the 13th
It is such a beautiful day! After weeks of grey, the sun has decided to stay out for a little while. I hear it's supposed to be nice all weekend.
So what's up with Friday the 13th? Seriously. I'm not even wearing any black. Isn't that proper F13 attire? But I am wearing this really cool shirt I got at some random thrift store in Missouri a few years ago. I think it suits the day just fine, whatever that means.
Maybe I should do something spooky tonight? Watching 24 on my couch in the dark sounds pretty spooky. I just started the third season. (You have to be ready in your life to start seasons of 24 because it's a real commitment. Last night I decided it was time.) What else would be a spooky F13 type thing to do? Maybe eat some of that cake that's in the fridge while nobody is watching? That's not as much spooky as it is sneaky. But I'll take sneaky on F13 too. I wish I could steal sticks with my sister tonight... that would be the best F13 activity ever!
Oh well. Have a spooky and/or sneaky F13 everyone!
So what's up with Friday the 13th? Seriously. I'm not even wearing any black. Isn't that proper F13 attire? But I am wearing this really cool shirt I got at some random thrift store in Missouri a few years ago. I think it suits the day just fine, whatever that means.
Maybe I should do something spooky tonight? Watching 24 on my couch in the dark sounds pretty spooky. I just started the third season. (You have to be ready in your life to start seasons of 24 because it's a real commitment. Last night I decided it was time.) What else would be a spooky F13 type thing to do? Maybe eat some of that cake that's in the fridge while nobody is watching? That's not as much spooky as it is sneaky. But I'll take sneaky on F13 too. I wish I could steal sticks with my sister tonight... that would be the best F13 activity ever!
Oh well. Have a spooky and/or sneaky F13 everyone!
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Not just rain these days
I woke up in the early AM today to go on a short little run with my roommate. It was snowing. It is nearly the middle of May and it was snowing! That's why I love this transitional season we call spring--you really never know what you're going to get.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Oh-five-oh-five-oh-five, otherwise known as Cinco de Mayo 2K5
I'm usually at work when I write these things because I have no internet access at home. I shouldn't really be doing it at work, though, because it probably isn't "the best use of the Society's time." Which is true, but somedays I just can't focus. I'd rather be surfing the net or compulsively checking my email to see that no one has written me.
Right now I'm just really tired which doesn't help things. Becky, Cali, and I went on a little TeamBuilders excursion a little bit ago just to get out of the office. Really it was just an excuse to detach ourselves from what we should be doing. I guess we all feel like this sometimes. Maybe it's the recycled office air and fluorescent lighting. I think it's damaging to the mind, body, and spirit.
Today is Cinco de Mayo. Today is also frisbee day. And as usual, I am watching the blue sky fade into grey clouds. Poor weather is every Thursday's fate, it seems. It makes for some exciting ultimate, though.
You've gotta love Cinco de Mayo, the Mexican holiday that only Americans celebrate. God bless the USA.
Right now I'm just really tired which doesn't help things. Becky, Cali, and I went on a little TeamBuilders excursion a little bit ago just to get out of the office. Really it was just an excuse to detach ourselves from what we should be doing. I guess we all feel like this sometimes. Maybe it's the recycled office air and fluorescent lighting. I think it's damaging to the mind, body, and spirit.
Today is Cinco de Mayo. Today is also frisbee day. And as usual, I am watching the blue sky fade into grey clouds. Poor weather is every Thursday's fate, it seems. It makes for some exciting ultimate, though.
You've gotta love Cinco de Mayo, the Mexican holiday that only Americans celebrate. God bless the USA.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Do the Truffle Shuffle!
I saw a girl today on the train who looked exactly like the female version of Chunk from The Goonies. She even laughed like him. It was very exciting to my heart.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
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