Most of the friends I've made in Seattle are people I work with. They're an alright bunch, and I do enjoy hanging out with (most of) them.
I sometimes wonder, though, what the hell is up with their other friends. Occasionally, I'll meet some of them, and I think "these guys are tools." What I don't get, is why my friends, who I like, hanging out with such douchebags? It makes me wonder if maybe I just don't know my friends that well. I still feel like I'm the new guy, so I don't think it's really my place to mention I think these other guys are asshats.
Of course, an alternative that I'm forced to acknowledge, is that maybe I'm the problem! Maybe I'm the jerk, and I just don't get along with other people very well.
Unfortunately, I don't see any solution to this question. I don't have any really close friends here that I can confide in to figure out if I'm just being a hardass. I guess that's part of why I started this blog, so I can ramble into the void of the internet.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
People in Seattle are cheap
I've been in Seattle for over a year and a half now. During my time here I've observed certain behaviors of people here, each of which is insignificant, but taken together have lead me to this conclusion: People in Seattle are cheap. BTW, when I say "cheap," I don't mean thrifty. I mean definition number 7 on answers.com:
Cheap
adj., cheap·er, cheap·est.
7. Stingy; miserly.
What finally coalesced my thoughts on this, was that yesterday, I overhead some coworkers talking about how they should find a time to dumpster dive, discussing what the best places were to dumpster dive and how great dumpster diving is. Dumpster diving. Seriously? WTF?! Ok, usually, overhearing something like this wouldn't really make me draw any conclusions. I'd probably think, "Ok, that's... odd. But whatever floats your boat." The thing is, this isn't the first time I've heard Seattleites talk about the awesomeness of dumpster diving. The last instance, was during a work retreat, where a different person mentioned it. I remember being dumbfounded that I was the only person in the van who seemed to think dumpster diving was odd. Everyone else just accepted it as the most normal thing in the world.
I remember the very first incident that gave me the impression of Seattleites being cheap, was within the first couple of weeks of coming to Seattle. The person in charge of birthdays was collecting some money to get a gift for someone in the workplace. Well, the next day, I overheard (No, I don't intentionally eavesdrop. People just talk really f'n loudly) someone talking to the office manager, complaining about having to contribute $5 to everyone's birthday and that they really didn't want to do this anymore. After that, the policy of getting the birthday person a gift ends. I understand people might not be raking in the greenbacks. But come on, seriously? $5 for everyone in the office is $60 a year.
Cheap
adj., cheap·er, cheap·est.
7. Stingy; miserly.
What finally coalesced my thoughts on this, was that yesterday, I overhead some coworkers talking about how they should find a time to dumpster dive, discussing what the best places were to dumpster dive and how great dumpster diving is. Dumpster diving. Seriously? WTF?! Ok, usually, overhearing something like this wouldn't really make me draw any conclusions. I'd probably think, "Ok, that's... odd. But whatever floats your boat." The thing is, this isn't the first time I've heard Seattleites talk about the awesomeness of dumpster diving. The last instance, was during a work retreat, where a different person mentioned it. I remember being dumbfounded that I was the only person in the van who seemed to think dumpster diving was odd. Everyone else just accepted it as the most normal thing in the world.
I remember the very first incident that gave me the impression of Seattleites being cheap, was within the first couple of weeks of coming to Seattle. The person in charge of birthdays was collecting some money to get a gift for someone in the workplace. Well, the next day, I overheard (No, I don't intentionally eavesdrop. People just talk really f'n loudly) someone talking to the office manager, complaining about having to contribute $5 to everyone's birthday and that they really didn't want to do this anymore. After that, the policy of getting the birthday person a gift ends. I understand people might not be raking in the greenbacks. But come on, seriously? $5 for everyone in the office is $60 a year.
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