Ritual Confessions

February 2, 2008

Daily miscellany

Filed under: Uncategorized — elissakaren @ 5:56 am

1. I’ve mentioned the job I had where I was building a business alongside the owner, a man named George. Today on Craigslist, I saw a post describing a sales position for a company almost exactly like that one. The particulars are somewhat different but the business model is absolutely identical. Reading the long, convoluted explanation of it, I got a little shiver of recognition. What it would take them two days to explain to nearly anyone else, I understood within minutes. Not because I’m a quicker study but because every aspect of it was my gospel for two years. Working for that company was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life and there’s been this fantasy of re-creating it here in Portland. But it seemed wildly improbable that the company’s counterpart could exist within Portland’s business culture. So immediate and charged was the correspondence between myself and the two owners — it was as if we were speaking the same native language in a foreign land —  that an interview has been arranged for tomorrow, a Saturday. I absolutely cannot wait to meet them in person.

2. Jack called my husband today, “just to check in with you guys, see about moving forward with the floors.” Nick might have finally brought a lid down on this whole can of snakes; he said, “Look, we’re putting our renovations on hold; we have no immediate plans to do anything else; don’t call us, we’ll call you; and don’t talk to my wife anymore — if you have anything to say, talk to me.” Unbelievably enough, according to Nick, Jack seemed to take this with some measure of equanimity and understanding. I did not see or hear from him today. I fervently hope he is gone for good.

3. Today at one of the play spaces I frequent with my daughter, she was on the bottom steps of a plastic indoor slide when a 2-year-old boy yanked her off of it and pushed her down. Again, he was only two years old, but I wanted to pick him up by the ankles and bash his head open on the concrete sidewalk outside. As it was, I ripped him off the slide and sat him down hard on the carpet before putting Charlotte back where she had been. Of course, I shouldn’t have done even that, and I waited for another angry mother to tell me as much, but no one did.



  1. 1) That is so exciting!

    2) Good.

    3) Probably everyone else wanted to do the same thing.

    Comment by davidrochester — February 2, 2008 @ 6:29 pm

  2. Dying for an update.

    BTW, I see that You Know Who is still advertising that same position. Did they ever get back to you, consumed as they are by their own specious cleverness?

    Comment by davidrochester — February 3, 2008 @ 6:22 am

  3. 1. Very cool!

    2. 🙂 You know you’re his next story, right? “The lonely housewife who chickened out ofter coming on to him, and made her husband mad at him. Cost him a lot of money too.”

    3. He has to learn limits from somewhere. Obviously his mother wasn’t paying attention.

    Comment by Shawn W — February 4, 2008 @ 4:37 am

  4. Shawn, I have no doubt that’s exactly the story he’s telling himself and, by now, anyone who will listen. The scariest part is, I think he really convinces himself.

    Comment by elissakaren — February 4, 2008 @ 4:44 am

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