Starting June 4th I have a new job with JCrew! I will be working in the city as a Bridal Concierge. As of yet I am not totally sure what that entails but I do know that I will be setting up appointments and basically acting as a receptionist for the San Francisco center wedding department.
I don't know my pay or my hours or anything else but it should be good!
Wooooooo PROGRESS!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Happy Blogday!
A lot has happened since then, two new apartments, numerous new friends, break-ups, get-togethers, barbecues, locating the best hot chocolate in Oakland, more public transportation than ever before, job changes and hunting. . . It has been interesting to say the least. For every negative there has been 10 positives and I never would have made it through without my wonderful friends, supportive parents, and fantastic boyfriend.
So thank you Bay Area for a great year, let's do it again right now.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Sutro Ruins
Saturday was my first day off in a while and Alyssa proposed that we go see the old Sutro Bath ruins. I did a little investigating to see what it was we were getting ourselves into and was all the more intrigued. Wikipedia has this to say about the ruins:
"On March 14, 1896, the Sutro Baths were opened to the public as the world's largest indoor swimming pool establishment. The baths were built on the sleepy western side of San Francisco by wealthy entrepreneur and former mayor of San Francisco (1894–1896), Adolph Sutro. The vast glass, iron, wood, and reinforced concrete structure was mostly hidden, and filled a small beach inlet below the Cliff House, also owned by Adolph Sutro at the time. Both the Cliff House and the former baths site are now a part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area and operated by the United States National Park Service."
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Apparently, when it first opened there was a single large freshwater pool, 6 saltwater pool, slides, chutes, trapezes, diving platforms, over 500 dressing rooms and a museum filled with the fruits of Adolf Sutro's travels around the world. It was said that you could see just about anything when visiting the pools.
It was a short walk down the hill to the ruins and there you are allowed to wander freely, trying to imagine how a structure so huge and imposing could be boiled down to just a few concrete walls and a cave. We scrambled about on the rocky ledges and took a higher vantage point to overlook the Pacific. It was almost reminiscent of some of the overlooks I came across while in Cinque Terre.Post-romp, we were a bit peckish and had lunch at the also famous Cliff House. The views were amazing, the chowder was delicious and chowdery, and most importantly we were able to wash our dirty hands and discuss the strange photo shoot we had seen earlier.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Daytime, of the Night
Not three days after deciding more adventures were needed, Alyssa rose to the challenge and gave me an insiders view of nightlife in SF. Jaymi came into town for a brief vacation from her challenging life as a ski resort rental shop supervisor, and we spent a few days eating popsicles, tanning in the backyard, and making whiskey sours.
After one particularly fun/late/wine filled evening I awoke feeling, as the lay people say, "like absolute shit." Jaymi was also feeling a bit sick (from a cold however) so we spent the day watching quiet TV and drank a lot of water. She convinced me somehow that a trip on BART was just what I needed (it was not, it was the worst 20 minutes of my life this year minus getting fired while standing in a petsmart) and we made it to the other side of the Bay without me emptying my stomach contents on any nearby passengers.
A slow walk to Bush Street later, we met up with Alyssa at Akiko's, my favorite sushi place up here. 2 hours later I was actually feeling better and the two of them were feeling like drinks. So we tried Tunneltop, a bar on top of a tunnel. Truly a mystery how they came up with the name I know. But it smelled of pee and was cash only, so we were unprepared and left. Next, some walking around led us to ATM's and Union Square. Remebering a place nearby, Alyssa led us to The Gold Dust Lounge.
Easily the most kitsch bar I have ever entered, The GDL is like the bastard child of a steampunk saloon, Scarlet O'Hara's drapery dress, and art from the Renaissance covered in glitter. It's pretty fantastic and awful all at the same time, a lot like the $3 margaritas they sell (according to Alyssa, I was obviously not in the mood for drinking.)
Post GDL we took to the streets, a cupcake here, a jaunt up corded off stairways there. Finding artwork and nice views wherever we turned. We snuck onto the back section of the Ferry building and watched as the barges passed by in what seemed like stealth mode. Everything was so black except the bridge and for once it seemed almost peaceful in the city.
By 11 though, it was time for Alyssa to get home and Jaymi and I to take a much less awful BART ride back to our side of the Bay.
After one particularly fun/late/wine filled evening I awoke feeling, as the lay people say, "like absolute shit." Jaymi was also feeling a bit sick (from a cold however) so we spent the day watching quiet TV and drank a lot of water. She convinced me somehow that a trip on BART was just what I needed (it was not, it was the worst 20 minutes of my life this year minus getting fired while standing in a petsmart) and we made it to the other side of the Bay without me emptying my stomach contents on any nearby passengers.
A slow walk to Bush Street later, we met up with Alyssa at Akiko's, my favorite sushi place up here. 2 hours later I was actually feeling better and the two of them were feeling like drinks. So we tried Tunneltop, a bar on top of a tunnel. Truly a mystery how they came up with the name I know. But it smelled of pee and was cash only, so we were unprepared and left. Next, some walking around led us to ATM's and Union Square. Remebering a place nearby, Alyssa led us to The Gold Dust Lounge.
Easily the most kitsch bar I have ever entered, The GDL is like the bastard child of a steampunk saloon, Scarlet O'Hara's drapery dress, and art from the Renaissance covered in glitter. It's pretty fantastic and awful all at the same time, a lot like the $3 margaritas they sell (according to Alyssa, I was obviously not in the mood for drinking.)
Post GDL we took to the streets, a cupcake here, a jaunt up corded off stairways there. Finding artwork and nice views wherever we turned. We snuck onto the back section of the Ferry building and watched as the barges passed by in what seemed like stealth mode. Everything was so black except the bridge and for once it seemed almost peaceful in the city.
By 11 though, it was time for Alyssa to get home and Jaymi and I to take a much less awful BART ride back to our side of the Bay.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
The Ellis Baths
There now, doesn't that sound like a real location?
It is, and it is conveniently located in my apartment. I have recently discovered the magic, no, the pure joy of baths.
I came into ownership of some Lush goods and figured I had to give them a try which meant taking the first bath I have had in what I think is around 18 years.
Let me tell you now that this post is going to get descriptive. descriptively bubbly.
After finding a way to stop my tub from leaking (washcloth around the plug) and adding 2 doses of cherry calamine soothing bath stuff, I tumbled into my tub of temptingly tasty smelling bubbles (yeah, I ran out of appropriately bath-timey "t" words, what of it). At first it was all "Oh I don't get it, whats so great about sitting in my own filth with some bubbles?" And then, the magic happened. I read some of my book, I drank some chocolate milk, I lounged.
The book reading and lounging led to a light nap, and for the first time in a while I felt really relaxed. My back and feet stopped hurting from 8 hours walking around at work, my head stopped aching from constantly thinking about job-hunting, my body seemed to soak up the heat and where there was once pent up frustration and a little hunger I now only had fluffy happy feelings.
Kris then fed me, which always helps.
It is, and it is conveniently located in my apartment. I have recently discovered the magic, no, the pure joy of baths.
I came into ownership of some Lush goods and figured I had to give them a try which meant taking the first bath I have had in what I think is around 18 years.
Let me tell you now that this post is going to get descriptive. descriptively bubbly.
After finding a way to stop my tub from leaking (washcloth around the plug) and adding 2 doses of cherry calamine soothing bath stuff, I tumbled into my tub of temptingly tasty smelling bubbles (yeah, I ran out of appropriately bath-timey "t" words, what of it). At first it was all "Oh I don't get it, whats so great about sitting in my own filth with some bubbles?" And then, the magic happened. I read some of my book, I drank some chocolate milk, I lounged.
The book reading and lounging led to a light nap, and for the first time in a while I felt really relaxed. My back and feet stopped hurting from 8 hours walking around at work, my head stopped aching from constantly thinking about job-hunting, my body seemed to soak up the heat and where there was once pent up frustration and a little hunger I now only had fluffy happy feelings.
Kris then fed me, which always helps.
Friday, May 4, 2012
On Retail: A Rambling Post
Today a woman who I was helping at the Crew asked me what I wanted to do. Or more clearly what kind of job I am ultimately looking for. My response was that of absolute honesty, "I would really just like to have consistent hours and enough money to buy groceries. . ."
And for once, the person I was talking too actually agreed and said something along the lines of "golly, that does sound like a perfectly acceptable answer" but obviously with more words and much more compassion and understanding. WHICH WAS SO COOL.
Because really, it gets a little dull knowing that everyone you help put in a dressing room internally thinks they are a bit better than you. Not all the time, just occasionally, they don't hide it so well. So when someone is legitimately interested in you as a person, and takes a minute to have a real conversation, it feels nice.
On an unrelated note, I need to go on some more adventures.
And for once, the person I was talking too actually agreed and said something along the lines of "golly, that does sound like a perfectly acceptable answer" but obviously with more words and much more compassion and understanding. WHICH WAS SO COOL.
Because really, it gets a little dull knowing that everyone you help put in a dressing room internally thinks they are a bit better than you. Not all the time, just occasionally, they don't hide it so well. So when someone is legitimately interested in you as a person, and takes a minute to have a real conversation, it feels nice.
On an unrelated note, I need to go on some more adventures.
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