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Trini Quiroz
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“We know where she is at this very moment. We’ve got a lock on her. Soon as I finish these Chicken Tickles, we’re gone. It’s destiny.” The Man in the Hat, Tokyo Suckerpunch by Isaac Adamson
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[ | | 01.13.11 at 4:06pm] |
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People I went to high school with need to quit getting married already! We're too young!
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| Hand It Over |
[ | | 12.28.10 at 1:51pm] |
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Dad's dream is to rent a car for a couple of weeks and drive across the country with me. That and/or go back to Europe together. In theory this sounds like a great idea, but he is the worst person in the world to travel with. This trip to Portland has been lame because he doesn't like being out in this weather, and he can't shut up about it. He thought it would be perfectly fine to wait in the car during a hike yesterday, but that's no way for anybody to enjoy themselves. So instead, wonderful but violent movie that made him cringe and turn his eyes away every few minutes.
Today I need to escape for a few hours by myself. I wish Ximena had a tiny bike that fit me, or that I could afford to rent one for the afternoon and just get away from dad. I can handle him and put up with a lot, but even I have my limits.
Time to start saving my pennies for another trip while I have time to. As soon as an agency hires me vaycay time goes away.
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| Treat Yourself to the Audiobook |
[ | | 12.14.10 at 5:20pm] |
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My father is checking out ladies on Match.com. I am both so happy and more amused than I have been in a long time. Please let him find a nice lady to keep him company that is not me, and is nothing like Rachel.
Go get 'em, tiger!
Today I woke up and thought it was Saturday. My whole schedule is thrown off now, even though I just have nothing to do. I like that I'm waking up early though, so if I can keep up this habit, I'll be happy. I should try going to the gym again, but I need to balance my books first and set up a proper budget. Student loans are gonna screw me over unless I can get a deferral. Living with Moe should help, assuming we can find something that meets all of his criteria (I doubt it) and costs less than $1500. I'm really hopeful we can get that place across the street from Ashby BART, or another near it, but since they're all duplexes and more than five minutes from the freeway, and not in super-safe neighborhoods, I kind of doubt it. Circumstances will have to make him flexible since his lease is up at the end of February.
In other news, I've made my new blog over at Blogger. I'll still keep this one for ranting and whining in nonsensically as I am wont to do, but the new one will be a more creative space. Drawings, blogs with a theme, that kind of thing. No whining allowed unless it's artistic whining. My goal for the last couple of weeks of December is to ease into my New Year's resolution of getting back in touch with my creative side. I did some of that during NaNo, but I still need to get back to my roots. (And fight my Internet addiction, but that's another story.) I'll start writing material while I look for work, which class on Thursday should help with.
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[ | | 12.13.10 at 9:15pm] |
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I'm really tempted to switch to Blogger and write a less-whiny blog.
Fifteen minutes passed since I wrote that sentence. Got distracted by a documentary hosted by Patrick McKenna, of "The Red Green Show" fame. I can't believe how different he looks when he's not playing Harold! Anyway, it's made me paranoid again of having Adult ADD.
I forgot what else I was going to write about. Um... I finished the internship! Yay!
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| Marching in Her Own Parade |
[ | | 12.05.10 at 4:19pm] |
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I passed my final! I am awesome! I handled part of the scenario in a way nobody out of my whole class has so far, but in a good way! WORSHIP ME.
The scene we had to interpret was very different than what I had been expecting; an appointment with a doctor. Instead it was a woman who spoke no English who was told her husband was in an accident and she needed to go to the ER from work. Turns out the husband got hit by a truck while crossing against a red light and died. However, his organs are still viable and the woman must decide whether or not to sign a consent form for organ donation which the doctor would really like to happen. However the woman is understandably very shocked and tearful and her main concern his seeing her husband's body, contacting his family to start the funeral arrangements, and just trying to cope with the sudden news. One of the roles of the healthcare interpreter is that of the advocate, and another is the cultural broker, and boy howdy was there a lot of that going on.
I have something of a mothering personality so of course I sat down in the "waiting room" close to her, and put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her while I was doing my thing. First a social worker came to break the news and asked me to sight-translate a consent form for the organ donation. Then she told me she needed to leave for her break and that she's diabetic so she needs food urgently (patient confidentiality). I ended up asking the woman gently if she wanted me to inform her about organ donation and listened to when she got emotional. Then the doctor came, said a couple things that could be construed as stereotyping that I politely called her on, and then we went back to the subject of organ donation. Apparently I was the only one to ask the doctor to explain what organ donation was and how it worked because that might help the woman decide whether or not to do it. That led to assuring her that nobody would notice, that she had the right to decide, and the social worker would do her best to figure out how to transport the body back to Mexico.
According to Nora, I was a "delight". She and Carmen both loved how I stood up for the woman (played by Carmen) when she wanted to see the body, how I could comfort and ground her while keeping my professional distance, and just basically making her feel like I was there for her and really listening. Also, they loved me asking for a description of organ donation and the way I handled not outright recommending it, but by encouraging the doctor to get excited about it and explaining that in a way the husband goes on living by giving life to others. Basically the only problem was my language, specifically grammar, and I agreed that I've been working on it but it's not an overnight process. I also omit and sometimes it's because I lose my rhythm while trying to think of how to interpret something, but I always do my best to get the message across. In other words, I have amazing coping skills for my linguistic shortcomings.
By the time I got back to Berkeley it was about 8:30. I had a nice chat with an Italian tourist on BART about how awesome the Bay Area is, Obama vs. Bush and the mess with Berlusconi, and our jobs. (He's an IT consultant.) I wish I had gotten his email or something, but the way these things work we'd never contact each other again anyway. Oh well.
Afterwards, when I got to my car, things happened and words without malice were said. My fear of the future has mostly gone down the drain for the time being and that makes me feel good. I don't know if I've lost my boyfriend or not and I may not know for a long time, but I at least have my friend back and right now that means more to me than anything else. (Well, besides passing my final. I think that really means more to me but more in a practical than emotional way. Although... Nah, this post is already long enough!) He knows I'll stand by him through anything, even if it isn't with the same intimacy as before, and he's showing me that he wants to continue doing the same for me, just like my other friends.
Friendship is awesome.
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[ | | 11.28.10 at 7:27pm] |
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To take a break from whining in this thing, I'm only 7,000 words away! Yay!
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[ | | 11.26.10 at 9:37pm] |
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I really should see somebody for these migraines already. I did nothing to trigger this feeling in my neck and arm today. I wonder if I can just drop in at the acupuncture school in Berkeley; could take advantage of the drive out and hit the Bowl.
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[ | | 11.21.10 at 6:25pm] |
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My most favorite webcomic, Questionable Content, has been both awesome and absolutely horrible to me this week. I was having a perfectly good week and feeling the best I have in a while when Jeph Jacques decided to break up the couple had had been together for the last 1,200 strips or so and in a way that I'm relating to a little more than I should. Reading the forums because my internship got delayed again and the next volunteer opportunity I received was actually for Mandarin speakers led me towards interesting insight from other readers but also made me scared and nervous.
I thought this passage that somebody posted from a really old strip related pretty well to how I feel: "Instead of 'my crazy ex' you'd have to be all 'my ex whose emotional unavailability translated itself into passive-aggressive behavior to which I reacted in a defensive, codependent manner, eventually leading her to dump me for a dude with a harley'." On the one hand, I relate to Marten because being rejected by somebody you love and have been bending backwards for sucks. At the same time thanks to Facebook I feel like a jealous control freak like Dora, so I could be setting myself up for sabotage later if I let jealousy consume me.
This is why communication is so important in a relationship. If you can't nip something in the bud early it ends up turning into a huge mess. You wouldn't wait months or years to see a doctor about a new lump on your body, so why would you wait just as long to tell your friend there's something wrong in your relationship and instead string them along and leave them in the dark?
This break as a whole feels like an emotional mastectomy and subsequent round of chemotherapy. In a couple of weeks the news will come that either the treatment is working and the cancer is going away, or I'll be told that it's spread to my bones and there's nothing more that medical science can do.
I really hope I don't have to into emotional hospice.
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[ | | 11.20.10 at 8:40pm] |
If I lived in Rockridge or South Berkeley, I wouldn't have had to drive in the rain back to my crappy Fruitvale nest. Oh to live next to a BART station that doesn't get frequented by crazies and Oscar Grant worshipers. I hope Moe! and I are able to find a place in Rockridge.
Internship starts the day after tomorrow. If you had told me last month that I'd be happy to not get to go to T-Give this year I'd have thought you insane. I'm still not thrilled to be in CA when I was starting to see the fun in pie in the woods with friends, but this is for my career and that matters more than people I was starting to see as good friends and getting to use a real spinning wheel. There just better not be any snow or pot brownies there this year or I shall not be happy. Although considering what T-Give is like, it would most likely be pot pie. Not like there'd really be pot; I'm just still sad that I missed out on those special bonbons at PMK's party last year because everybody assumed I was straightedge like Randall.
Haven't written bupkis for the novel the last couple days. I got a headache driving to the write-in in the rain last night which was for the best because it ended up turning into a girltalk/rant night with Marissa and Elizabeth. (I have too many friends named Elizabeth.) It got bad fast though and the only thing that saved me on the drive back was my superpower of holding in the urge to vomit until I'm home. I felt bad for the rats because they really wanted some playtime. They're out on the bed now and I think Bret wants a kale crispy.
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