Letter to My Occasional Readers

A new life calls for a new blog! After much deliberation, I have finally settled on a new cheesy name and a semi-aesthetically pleasing theme. You’re welcome.

Upon graduating, I found myself with a full-time paid internship position with the Portland Trailblazers

I don't see this getting old.

—which means that I have moved to Portland. Yes, against all odds, I have tricked someone into paying me to work in a basketball-crazed environment. I have also learned to stop pounding Pabsts like it’s my job and have begun to take on my role as a real live contributing member of society. Well, at least I’m moving in that general direction. The result is still to be seen.

I am still a bit unsure about the general direction that this blog may take. My interests, like my general persona, are a bit scattered and un-concentrated. I have a feeling this will turn into a platform where sports, lifestyle choices and terrible attempts at sarcasm all combine to make a giant mess, but we’ll see. Oh, and sprinkle some marketing/PR/communications thoughts in there as well—those will definitely come into play.

Anyway, if there are still any of you left, thank you for sticking with me through my feeble attempts to become a “blogger”. This time around, my posts will be coming twice a month. Now, notice I didn’t specify on what days said posts would appear—expect a lot of back-to-back posts when I get a sudden burst of energy. This is a rare occasion and therefore must be documented.

Now, because I feel that this post has had absolutely no useful content whatsoever, here is today’s topic: Portland’s weirdness. That whole “Keep Portland Weird” campaign has certainly done its job. Don’t get me wrong; I love this city so far. No wildfire scares (#SoCalgirlproblems), great coffee (Stumptown FTW), even better beer and tons of helpful people—my kind of place. Oh, and INCREDIBLE food carts. However, there are some oddities that I have yet to fall in line with.

First up: sustainable grocery bags. Now, I think that this is a WONDERFUL idea, and I have about 20 crammed into my linen closet. The trouble here is that when I happen to get off of work early and decide to pop into the grocery store to pick up a few items to prevent my hunger-induced crankiness, I of course do not have my bags. Now, in any other city I surely would be joined by at least 50% of the other customers in this forgetfulness. But oh no, not here in Portland! I’m pretty sure that I was the only shopper in the entire store that carried out a brown paper bag—and man did I feel the eyeballs on the back of my head. Lesson learned—three reusable bags are now in my trunk. My height makes me stick out enough; I certainly don’t need to be the neighborhood’s carbon footprint.

Second: the energy. If I look outside and the term “rain” seems to be an understatement, and the puddles on the streets resemble a small lake, call me lazy but the first thought that comes to mind is not “Perfect time for a jog!”. However, these people certainly do not let weather get in the way of their physical fitness. Good for all of you—this one is going to take me a while to adapt to. For now, I’ll stick with my 24 Hour Fitness membership.

That leads me to my third and final observation. As I mentioned, it rains a lot. People don’t seem to be too bothered by it when they’re jogging (feel free to pronounce that with a soft “j”). Or riding their bicycles. Or walking to lunch. Anyway—it rains a lot. However, it seems that all anybody talks about is the rain. Since I don’t have cable, I have about 12 working channels and each of them has a different morning news program. Every morning I flip through these programs to see that the main stories are about “excessive rain” and “big storm fronts”.  Perhaps I will understand this mentality more once I live here, but for now, I think it is safe to say that we live in a rainy part of the country. Commenting on it daily seems a bit unnecessary. Just an opinion.

Although, I will say that the recent “snowmageddon” was a foreign concept to me and I definitely jumped on that weather-obsessed train for a few days.

From my apartment window the night that snowmageddon hit the city. Yeah, I'm a wimp, but it certainly hit some areas like a mini blizzard.

I’m so happy to become a part of the weird Pacific Northwest, and cannot wait to see what these next six months have in store. I promise this is my last completely irrelevant rant-style post. It’s simply not a good look for me.

Cheers,

Nicole

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2 thoughts on “Letter to My Occasional Readers

  1. JRadonski

    Congrats on your new job and welcome to Portland! I work from home, so I don’t have to deal with the rain as much as some of my friends that must commute. However, I’m also trying to get used to working out in the rain. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the downpours, but hopefully will be able to jog in a light sprinkle one day.

    I look forward to hearing about what it’s like to work in the sports industry, so feel free to elaborate about anything that doesn’t violate NDAs.

    Cheers!

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