Off The White Dog

On the twenty-first of July I wrote that I had left the day before from work thinking I was late because I had to get my bike.  The VTA came just fine and I had to move my bike twice on CT.  Some people were in the way of the turnstile at Mib and I called dad.  I noted that I had made plans for Saturday to meet my buddy earlier that day.  On Brotherhood I had to set my back wheel because it had gone out of alignment—I checked it but found nothing wrong.

At home I had to wait a bit for dinner.  My friend messaged to say that I would be having dinner with her brother-in-law’s family.  Mom served salad and spaghetti—same as the night before.  I made a comment about dad eating salad that dad didn’t like.

I went downstairs to post by myself and eventually started looking into the state and Federal jobs sites.  They all insisted my credentials were wrong though that wasn’t true.  I noted that the Fish and Wildlife job wasn’t really worth it.  I was able to update my resume and also my CalHR profile.  My friend called in the middle of this and I was really distracted.  However, my friend understood.  I discovered after she called off that I wouldn’t be able to render my application for technical reasons so I gave up.  I watched TV until 12 and finished off the White Dog—the Paddy’s had gone the night before.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I awoke seconds before the alarm went off and made the bus, drank water and rode to DC BART with no incident.  I caught a limited and took the shuttle.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.