So to catch everyone up on my life... Well I suppose there isn't a whole lot to tell. I started my new position at 41st BDE PBO. Translation: 41st Brigade Propery Book Office. My official title: Property Book Edit NCO. Actual meaning: we track, order, replace, trade, etc all the equipment for all the batallions in our brigade. Each batalion consists of approximately four companies, who consist of anywhere between 30 and 100 people. Essentially, a whole lot of expensive stuff. Stuff goes missing: we try to find it. If we can't find it, we try to replace it somehow. New batallions start up, we have to order new equipment for them. ie, the other day I ordered a grenade launcher for a new batallion. Yes, I ordered a grenade launcher. That's how cool my job is. My boss is worth billions and billions of dollars, so really if we screw up on some little thing like paperwork or something, it's his ass on the line. I have my own desk, my own computer, my own space to fill with pictures and other sentimental crap... It's glorious. A regular schedule, 8:00am to 4:30pm, I never have to think about what to wear in the morning or how to do my hair, and the pay is slightly more than decent. And I've got a guaranteed position until the end of next September. At that point I'll either be applying to grad schools or perhaps finding a new position elsewhere. Only time will tell.....

The Boy and I are officially back together. I sprung the "b" word (read: "boyfriend") on him the other day rather unexpectedly as I introduced him to my roommate's grandparents. His face was well worth it. So was my roommate's.... Things there are good. Surprisingly good. Terrifyingly good. He's not the same person I dated the last time around. I suppose I'm not the same person either. It works well, I'm quite happy, but this time it feels more.... I don't know, grown up? Serious? Long-term? Real? Something along those lines. We've taken it very slowly, careful to feel each situation out and try to figure where we're at each step of the way, but ultimately, I'm beyond happy. He's even making the trip down to the valley for Thanksgiving. That's right, I, Debbie, the girl who is terrified of her worlds crashing/mixing/meshing/what-have-you, is bringing The Boy home with her for a major household holiday. And I'm pretty stoked about it, believe it or not. Hopefully that goes well. We shall see...

The end of our lease at the Yuppie-ville Orenco Station apt is coming to an end quite rapidly. End of November we have to be out; I will be relocating to North Portland with a girl I work with (SGT Flansburg, aka: Miranda) to her big beautiful house that she lives in all alone while her finace is over in Afghanistan. I really just wanted to be moving into my own place, but will have to accept this for a couple of months until I can save enough with the new job for first/last/deposite. Hopefully by Feb I'll be settling into my very own apartment, hopefully downtown. Realistically I should be looking in the SE area, as I work in Clackamas every day, but ideally I will be settling in NW, as I adore the yuppiness of it all. With my luck I'll end up in NE. Damnit all....

For now, however, I'm going to head to bed. Sad that it's only 10:30 on a Friday night but I am A) very very poor, and B) very very tired. This regular work schedule is killing me! Oh for the love of a college schedule.....

Love to all!!!!!


always.....

wasn't it you....?

curlingiron

Friday 27 October 2006 at 10:40 pm

Two comments

You know that once/if you get an apartment downtown you're legally obligated to let me come visit you there, right?
Jon K
Friday 27 October 2006 at 10:40 pm
Lil' Debbie is all growed up. Good to hear about the job and the boy. Rock out.
//eff
Friday 27 October 2006 at 10:40 pm

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