August 29, 2005

Breakaway! [or don't..]

Is it lame that I've become addicted to Kelly Clarkson's CD Breakaway?

I mean... I've only watched American Idol, like, twice so it's not like I'm an American Idol freak. Not that you're a freak necessarily if you're an American Idol enthusiast. I'm sure not everybody stereotypes the show and it's audience the same way I do. Not that you're a loser if you watch the show, well, I take that back. You have a greater likelihood of being a loser if you're addicted to a show called "American Idol." Seriously, think about it. Everything that's wrong with our society can be exemplified in some way or another in one episode of American Idol. The only thing good about the show is that the contestants actually have (usually) some degree of musical talent. Other than that...

Okay the point is, I've been listening to Kelly Clarkson for the last few days and she's pretty good. Breakaway is pretty much one of the best "Boys are Trouble" albums ever. At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted anybody to know my dark secret but I decided that I'm comin' out, and I'm letting the whole world know. Maybe revealing this fact brings me down to the status of a 13-year-old teeny bopper, I don't know. But anyway. Yeah. Now you know.

On a different note, Death Cab for Cutie's new album comes out tomorrow and I'm stoked. I might actually go out and buy the album. Yeah, I bet you thought you'd never hear me say that, huh. But it's Death Cab. Then again, I don't really have money.

To be decided.

August 25, 2005

Henry at Work

I work for a company called Language Learning Solutions, located just across Franklin from the U of O. I've worked there for almost 2 1/2 years and since I've been working there, the company has gone from a little barely-scraping-by company to a growing million-dollar-contracts company.

Sidenote, I also work for my dad. He's been working at LLS for 3 years and started out writing French items (pretty low level) – now, he's in charge of several huge contracts including the Minnesota Department of Education's ESL program. He travels to Minnesota, Georgia, Kentucky, you name it, for meetings with people who are pretty important to the future of LLS. My dad also owns a small percent of the company now, which is pretty cool, and he's moved up to being one of the big guys in the office.

So a couple of years ago, my dad used to bring our dog, Henry, to the office every day. Henry's a yellow lab, he's 7 years old, and he's very mellow. We didn't want to leave him at home alone all day every day so my dad just brought him along to work. Nobody had a problem with it; everybody loved Henry. He was kinda like the class pet.

Well, my dad started riding his bike to work and that didn't really accomodate Henry so we just started attaching him to a leash outside the house whenever nobody was home. Henry still occasionally comes into the office, but usually only when I bring him in, which isn't that often. Since Henry's "office pet" days, LLS also hired a new head honcho dude, John, to deal with the business side of things as LLS grew to be a bigger and bigger company.

So my parents are out of town on vacation and I'm working every day this week at LLS. I decided I didn't want to leave Henry all alone while my parents were gone so I've been bringing him to the office all week. He just lies quietly by my desk and doesn't disturb anybody. We're still in the same frumpy office building we were in 3 years ago (it used to be an animal research center - it's kinda a weird building) so it never crossed my mind that Henry coming to work with me would be a problem.

Well, I pull into work today and John comes out to the parking lot and says, "Look, Melissa, we have got to do something about this dog." "Henry?" is my response. He looks at me, then at the dog, then back at me. "Yeah, we just can't be having a dog in the office. It really could look bad for the company." Whoops. "Okay," I reply, "I didn't realize it was a problem, I was just bringing him in because my parents are on vacation and this way he doesn't have to stay home alone all day." John opens his eyes really wide, I'm not completely sure why, and goes, "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Well, it's fine for today then, but in the future... meh." His reaction was a little weird, but I was cool about it. "Sorry, I mean, I didn't think it was a problem because it never has been in the past, but I can see your concern with LLS being a bigger company than it was when Henry used to come in..." Then John goes into this huge justification explination thing, which isn't really necessary because I really do understand already, and at the end of it, I just say, "Okay, sorry about that, I didn't know but I won't bring him in anymore now that I know it's a problem." Then he goes into the "it's nothing against you" thing, which isn't necessary because I already understand, and.. yeah.

So I'm sitting at my desk, working of course, and Dave, the owner and one of the founders of LLS, walks in. What does he say? "HENRYYYYYY!!!!!!" Then he gets down and pets Henry and says in a mushy puppy voice, "Ohhh, buddy, it's good to have you around again."

Haha.

August 13, 2005

They Cut Me Open. Ow.

Part of me will always be in the Dominican Republic: my appendix.

So I was supposed to fly home to Eugene today. Here's what happened.

It all started Monday morning when I woke up with cramps so bad that I was crying, but I went to my site anyway because there was a lot of work to get done and I couldn't afford to take the day off. It was also my mom's birthday, so I called her while we were at the cemetery wall but she was too tired to talk so I just sang happy birthday.

So after we got back from sites around 4pm, the only thing I could do was go lay in bed because my cramps hurt like nothing ever and my entire right side hurt and shot pain clear up through my neck every time I took a breath. I slept through supper, only because I couldn't walk to the dining hall.. although I wasn't really sleeping, I was just laying in bed trying to stay still. Anyway, about 10 pm my parents called the intern phone and I just started crying and telling them how bad it hurt. My mom got really worried and called Nate, my boss. He wound up coming over to pick me up and bring me to the clinic, this is about 11 pm. Alba, our doctor, examined me and then they called in another doctor, Elvira, and she did a sonogram on my stomach. They decided that I should go down to Santiago first thing in the morning to see if I had appendicitis.

Long story short, after being pricked with about 20 thousand needles and examined by 40 million doctors, they took my appendix out on Tuesday afternoon, my mom arrived in Santiago around noon the next day (Wednesday), and I was able to leave the hospital around 5:30 on Wednesday. So yeah.

Alba owes me 15 lollipops so far, one for each time I was stuck with a needle. Check this out, this is how great it is to be me.. Apparently I have skin "muy duro" and it's really hard to find a vein for an IV. I have 5 IV needle marks on my left hand, 1 on my left forearm, and 3 on my right hand. If you've ever had an IV, you know that IV needles hurt more than anything ever. I also got blood drawn twice from my left, umm, ...elbow pit, not sure what else to call it, and I've gotten 2 shots so far in each of my buttcheeks.

So yeah. All that to say, it sucks to be me right now. But I'm feeling better. I'm walking around, eating normal food, having visitors, watching movies, and taking vicodin. It's really nice having my mom here, especially since I have to stay until the 18th now because I can't travel today. But yeah.

Oh, another kinda weird thing that my mom told me, she said that she woke up in the middle of the night Sunday night around 3:30 am with horrible cramps and shooting pains in her stomach like she had never felt before. 3:30 their time was 6:30 our time, which is when I woke up on Monday morning and had my pain. She said that her stomach killed all day long but as soon as she hung up the phone after talking to me when I told her what was wrong that night, the pain was gone. Weird, huh?

Yup, well, that's what's up with life here in the DR.

August 02, 2005

I'm Still Alive.

I've been in the Dominican Republic for 8 weeks now, and I only have 2 weeks left before I go back home to Eugene. It's weird to think about going back to America. I love living here. I know close to nothing of what's happened in the world in the last 2 months and I kinda like that feeling. Last time I checked, somebody bombed England.. or something... That's pretty much the extent of what I know about the world right now. I know what's happening here in Jarabacoa, though, and I'm happy with it being like that.

Other than that, I'm tired and my nose is sunburned from being at the beach all day yesterday so I'll write more some other time. Or when I get back to Eugene. Internet access is rare, so we'll see.

Adios!