So after quitting her job, the owner has called my wife on two separate occasions. The first was to see if her last paycheck went through or not because the operating account was overdrawn. That is great news right? Well we saw it in our account and kept our fingers crossed. Then on the 11th the owner called my wife not once or twice, but three times. We discovered her paycheck had bounced, and our bank charged us a 12 dollar fee for the returned check. Needless to say she was on the phone right away with the owner getting a check cut immediately to include the 12 dollar fee we were charged. This is a sign of where that company is headed, and makes me so glad my wife got out when she did.
Last night when we went to meet the owners to pick up the check the roads were supposed to be icy. Not a chance at all with a temperature of 36. Then the temperature suddenly dropped with a downpour of sleet. As soon as the sleet stopped the temperature went back up, so surface temperature did not dip low enough to freeze still. This morning we thought there may be some slick roads once we were off of I-5, but again no chance. It was 35 degrees and I am sure more than enough deicer on our regular route. I did however find quite possibly the only patch of ice on the block. I nearly fell when I stepped on it, but thankfully regained my balance quickly. Now temperatures are supposed to remain in the mid 50’s for the rest of the week. I must say though, I had visions in my head of us having to essentially drift around icy corners on the way to pick up the check last night. Not that it would have been a fun trip, but it was an amusing vision nonetheless.
Over the last two weeks I have been riding to work with my wife, and meeting her at the Beaverton Transit Center after work. I have come to a conclusion; do not run late. Every time I have ran late and had to catch the next train there have always been crazy things that happened. First time, my pass was checked; it was not validated because I didn’t realize I had to validate it (I bought ten 2-hour passes which you have to validate yourself apparently). I was lucky as the Tri-met person understood my situation since it was my first ride. Plus there was a guy sitting next to me that kind of gave me the creeps, but I later found out that he was really excited because he got his favorite comics that day. I don’t remember what the craziness was the second time; perhaps it was just that traumatic. The third time, there was a group of people that were getting loud and arguing with one another and Tri-met security kicked them off the Max, and there was a crazy guy talking to himself towards a corner that he was going to kill (whoever he thought he was talking to) and went on for about 4 or 5 minutes and got off at the next stop (the people sitting right next to him didn’t seem to care, so I didn’t think too much of it). On the flip side, when I get on the first Max train after work I get a nice peaceful ride where I can actually sit down and read in peace.
