Since I never really capped off the last one, I feel it’s imperative to let you know that I am officially no longer a vagabond. Rather, I am a rent-paying citizen of the city of
Thanks for that resounding vote of confidence. I’m now on the Caltrain on my way down to Stanford to attend an MBA admissions panel. Never too early to start thinking about the next step. In the meantime, here’s the latest:
Darren’s and my flat can be found in the lovely neighborhood of Russian Hill; at the intersection of
Work is good so far, except that I have had a bit of trouble getting off my butt on the weekends to actually explore this city like it’s meant to be explored. Sure I’ve done all the normal touristy stuff (and I live by most of that crap), but I want to explore the beaches, hike through Golden Gate park, find the best Mexican food in the
I have a lot of hopes and aspirations for this new life in SF. I want to play a little rugby again. Training starts in less than a month. I want to continue my Russian language development; there is a strong possibility that
On my way back to the city and I have some more things to tell you about. First of all, today has been a wonderfully productive day. From being a little late to work, I got done some very necessary Admin work for a case that just got finished up. This whole next week is “Client Development” – code words for getting out at a decent hour the entire week. Yes. I think after today I will study GMAT at night to get myself back in the mood. This Sunday I will finish up my last two classes and hopefully take the test before Christmas. It’s gonna take a little bit of devotion on my part to get myself back into the studying mood, but it’s going to be so much better if I get my stuff done before the break when work winds down for the Holiday season.
Anyway, back to my productive day. So at a prolonged lunch break today, some of us from the office were treated to a lunch at One Market (very nice!) to meet the new HR manager for the west coast. Of course I’ve already met Chi Chi and I think she’s great, but who can say no to free (awesome) lunch? Anyway, mid-way through my duck ravioli, who walks in but Joe Montana! Of course this is a classy place, so we couldn’t exactly go asking for autographs and stuff, but we could admire, as he was sat at the table right next to us! Selina, our resident football super fan (unfortunately also a Kal grad) was practically hyper-ventilating. Haha. I relayed my story of meeting Jerry Rice once in a bathroom in a bar in
This Saturday Darren and I are subjecting our new apartment to its first official Fiesta with our house-warming party themed “From Russian Hill with Love." We invited way too many people on Facebook and you’re invited too! One of our main goals is to gather all the yuppies from my work and all the hipsters from Darren’s McSweeny’s (sp?) crew and observe how they interact with each other. The only thing we can determine so far that they have in common is an inclination to drink too much on the weekends. Should be lots of fun. Of course all the Stanford peeps are invited as well.
As I enjoy a little bit of free writing time and some Radiohead (download “In Rainbows” already!) on the Caltrain, I’m realizing that I didn’t give this regional transit puppy a fair gig last time. I was grumpy from very little sleep and hating my commutes on the Caltrain every day. Now I’m realizing that this time is actually pretty valuable to me. I get to listen to sweet music, complete a sudoku puzzle (haven’t done that in forever!), and write a new blog entry (been even longer since I’ve done that!). Darren’s in the middle of participating in National Novel Writing Month, where participants are challenged to write an entire novel during November. No stopping, no editing, just pure writing. He’s inspired me to at least pick up my writing a little bit as well. Although I could never write as well or as long as he does, it’s great to be in the practice of expressing your thoughts on paper, or on hard disk. I do so much damn formal writing now at work, that writing an incomplete sentence, speaking in idioms, or writing with contractions has a bit of a feel of freedom.
Ok, no more ramblings for now. I think I’ll enjoy my Radiohead for the rest of the way back to SF. I promise to check back in soon.

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