Cassie Explains It All

Tellin' it like it is, day in and day out.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

and I'm back...

Alright. No promises but I'm going to try to start posting again. Of course by now I'm sure my few loyal readers have given up on me. Oh well.

So I was thinking about St. Patrick's Day today. As a lover of everything green, I've always enjoyed the day. But as I started getting dressed this morning I realized that from my kangaroo sneakers to my fake Columbia jacket to my mint chocolate phone, I pretty much cover myself with green all the time, so for me March 17 is just like any other day! Huh.

Anyways, a great St. Patrick's Day to all of you!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

One man's take on the state of the union

So today I was working with one of my more vocal clients. AB loves to talk and sometimes he says some pretty interesting things. Here's the gist of one conversation.

AB: He's crazy. Crazy!
Me: Who?
AB: Bush. He's crazy.
Me: Why do you say that?
AB: He's fighting this war man. He keeps fighting. That ain't right man.
Me: Good point.

Overall I think AB made an excellent argument. Of course, it is coming from the same man who every week when we make our 2 cent football bet picked the Packers to beat the Seahawks until this week when they were actually playing each other. This week who chose the Miami Dolphins to win.

Friday, November 10, 2006

I'm not trying to make excuses but...

I've honestly been just too tired and busy to post lately! Normally I'm not the type of person to buy an excuse like this. First of all I'm usually not just that busy of a person so I can't understand someone not having five minutes in their day to complete a simple task, like returning a phone call or such. My main problem is when I have had the time to post, I've been so exhausted that it just seems too daunting. I think I hit rock bottom yesterday morning around 7am. I was sitting on my couch in a half vegetative state trying to muster up the energy to get up, brave the cold, and go to work. I couldn't help staring at Hector and thinking that I would give anything to just trade places with him for one day so I could just lounge around the warm apartment and sleep all day.

One side effect of my extreme tiredness is that I'm more excited for Thanksgiving than ever before. Now some of you may know that I'm not the biggest fan of the holiday and it's only partially because I'm not that thankful of a person. The food just isn't that special for a vegetarian that doesn't like yams or cranberry sauce and is just lukewarm about pumpkin pie. I mean I like mashed potatoes, corns, and dinner rolls, but they're nothing to get all excited about. And with all my extended family a couple thousand miles away, it's just another dinner with my parents and brother, and I won't even go into the hypocrisy of celebrating just about the only day that the pilgrims and "indians" actually got along. (maybe we should start a new tradition of giving away symbolic smallpox blankets as a sign of friendship) The real reason I'm so excited is just for the four day break from work, but really, nothing would make me more thankful than forgetting about the whole holiday and spending the fourth Thursday of November lounging on a beach in Hawaii and having a drink with an umbrella in it.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Dawg Dash

So I completed my first 5k on Sunday. It was the Dawg Dash (and by dash I mean jogged/walked at a 12:26 minute mile pace) at UW. Besides for feeling like I was going to puke for half of it, it was actually pretty fun. My two goals were to finish in under 40 minutes and to jog the whole time. I accomplished to first but not the second, but oh well, I have something to build on for the next race. Besides for the 5k there was also a 10k that started 5 minutes later. I was kind of funny because right as I was getting to the finish line the leaders from the 10k passed me by. That's right. They started 5 minutes after me, ran twice as far and still finished before me. On the bright side probably a few people in Husky Stadium actually thought I got third place in the 10k. Hmmm, I'm still waiting for my prize.

Friday, October 20, 2006

My demographic

I think that everyone probably has one or two segments of the population that are for whatever reason disproportionately attracted to them. For me it used to be creepy old guys and children, and when I say children I don't mean hot jailbait like Harry Potter but the under twelve set. However, for better or worse my demographic seems to be shifting to the homeless and teenage hoodlums. First of all about a month ago a homeless man asked me if I would have dinner with him sometime. Ok, he was probably just looking for a free meal, but still, shouldn't I be a little flattered? Then last week when I was waiting on Broadway for a client to be dropped off another homeless dude engaged me in a rather long discussion about the merits of his new coat, mainly the large inside pocket, at which point he removed a giant can of beer and started drinking (keep in mind it was 8:30 in the morning). Then yesterday night I was riding a bus through downtown on my way home and this punk kid who looked like he was about 16 paused as he was getting off the bus, gave me the once over, nodded approvingly, and said, "I'm coming to your place tonight." Seriously, what do I do to ask for this?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Hector


So some of you know that I'm not the biggest fan of animals. Why? Here's just one example. So I live with Mo and her cat Hector. Three of us in one apartment, yet only two of us pay rent. Fair? I think not. I've tried establishing my room as a cat-free zone but I swear Hector has learned how to open doors. His favorite things include climbing into dresser drawers and playing with my silk robe from China. If I find a hole, Hector's going to be on the first flight to Shanghai to buy me another. And he better watch his step in that country or he'll end up somebody's dinner. But in all seriousness, there are exceptions to all rules and Hector and I get along most of the time. If I have to live with a cat, I'm glad that it's him. I just wish he would start coughing up his $360 a month for rent.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

What a BA gets you these days

Four years of college and a Bachelor's degree, cum laude, from the finest university in the region and today I was paid to deliver newspapers. I work as a job coach for adults with developmental disabilities. I've been there for almost three months and for the most part I really like it. The only problem is sometimes instead of coaching you end up doing their jobs, like today when my client didn't show up but I still had to deliver the Ballard News Tribune. Oh well, at least it was the perfect day to be outside.

Anyways, the main reason I like the job is because I adore the clients, and I expect they'll give me a lot of material to write about. They're always full of surprises, like the day when my client RG brought a beer to work or the time I returned from lunch to find my absolute favorite client, TS, sitting by the computer wearing nothing but his t-shirt and socks. How could you not love a group like that?