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May. 1st, 2012 09:19 pmI hope my last post wasn't triggery for anyone. I realize it may have been and I apologize for that. Thanks for your comments, I'm sorry I haven't responded to any yet, but I will. And I have gotten some recommendations for counselors, although I still need to make an appointment.
A year and 15 hours ago, my dad passed away. I wish I were at home with other people who miss him, but instead I'm in Portland OR, with people I like, but I don't feel I know very well, because we're supposed to be professionals, y'know. I suppose it's kind of a good thing, because I have to focus on what's being discussed so I can report back to my superiors, and y'know, not get fired for going all the way to Portland and not knowing what went on at the meeting, and it's kept my mind away from thinking about it. However, when we ended for the day and four of us went out to dinner to a "sustainable" sushi restaurant (Bamboo Sushi, if anyone near Portland reads this) because they supposedly use albacore from the MSC-certified fishery we make recommendations for, ha-ha! And Dad liked sushi, and after I'd had a glass of Malbec (Steve offered to buy me a beer, but I'm not much of a beer drinker) and we'd been seated, I'd thought I'd splurge in honor of my dad, and I ordered a flight of sake and an extra glass. Not that either I or my dad was any sort of sake connoisseur, but he liked it occasionally and he loved sushi as well, even if he was late coming to it - he was not a big fan of Japanese culture, being a WWII vet in the Pacific theater and all.
I asked the server for her recommendation and of course, she chose the second highest priced one on the menu, but what the hell. I asked for an extra sake glass. They arrived in a little wooden platform with a divot for each glass; I took the extra and poured a little from each sake glass in the flight into it. All of them actually were really good; a little fruity and sweet, I think dad would have liked them. I would have set a piece of one of the rolls we ordered aside, but we were all sharing and there wasn't really any place to put it. When I was done with the rest of it I took the glass I'd filled and set it in the center divot by itself and stared at it for awhile. I thought about leaving it there, but then I thought Dad would have been pissed off spending that much for something and then leaving it for the staff to pour down the drain. So I tossed it down before we walked out the door.
So I just spent on alcohol what could've bought a decent lunch out for all five of us at home.
You know how every once in while you might do something, kind of hoping someone will notice and maybe make a comment? That's ok; they don't know me that well, just acquaintances really, even though we've been on the same team for four years, and I'm not about to bum them out after a nice meal.
It's about time for John to get up to go to work, so I'm going to go give him a call. And then see if Tumblr is working yet because I could really use a good belly laugh before I crawl into this nicely-made-but-not home bed.
A year and 15 hours ago, my dad passed away. I wish I were at home with other people who miss him, but instead I'm in Portland OR, with people I like, but I don't feel I know very well, because we're supposed to be professionals, y'know. I suppose it's kind of a good thing, because I have to focus on what's being discussed so I can report back to my superiors, and y'know, not get fired for going all the way to Portland and not knowing what went on at the meeting, and it's kept my mind away from thinking about it. However, when we ended for the day and four of us went out to dinner to a "sustainable" sushi restaurant (Bamboo Sushi, if anyone near Portland reads this) because they supposedly use albacore from the MSC-certified fishery we make recommendations for, ha-ha! And Dad liked sushi, and after I'd had a glass of Malbec (Steve offered to buy me a beer, but I'm not much of a beer drinker) and we'd been seated, I'd thought I'd splurge in honor of my dad, and I ordered a flight of sake and an extra glass. Not that either I or my dad was any sort of sake connoisseur, but he liked it occasionally and he loved sushi as well, even if he was late coming to it - he was not a big fan of Japanese culture, being a WWII vet in the Pacific theater and all.
I asked the server for her recommendation and of course, she chose the second highest priced one on the menu, but what the hell. I asked for an extra sake glass. They arrived in a little wooden platform with a divot for each glass; I took the extra and poured a little from each sake glass in the flight into it. All of them actually were really good; a little fruity and sweet, I think dad would have liked them. I would have set a piece of one of the rolls we ordered aside, but we were all sharing and there wasn't really any place to put it. When I was done with the rest of it I took the glass I'd filled and set it in the center divot by itself and stared at it for awhile. I thought about leaving it there, but then I thought Dad would have been pissed off spending that much for something and then leaving it for the staff to pour down the drain. So I tossed it down before we walked out the door.
So I just spent on alcohol what could've bought a decent lunch out for all five of us at home.
You know how every once in while you might do something, kind of hoping someone will notice and maybe make a comment? That's ok; they don't know me that well, just acquaintances really, even though we've been on the same team for four years, and I'm not about to bum them out after a nice meal.
It's about time for John to get up to go to work, so I'm going to go give him a call. And then see if Tumblr is working yet because I could really use a good belly laugh before I crawl into this nicely-made-but-not home bed.
