Periodicdesign

After helping my friend, Chris, move into his new house a few weeks ago, I decided to stop by and see how his unpacking was going and how his foot was recovering over the Memorial Day weekend. The place is pretty much all put together and Chris and Steph seem to be all settled into their new place. His foot was out of the cast and is doing much better. Of course, a few weeks back it wasn’t all fun and games for Chris. During the move, Chris was a little incapacitated to say the least. A few weeks earlier, he broke his foot in a motorcycle accident, narrowly avoiding more injury than he sustained. He was in a hot pink cast for several weeks (his wife’s color choice) and he was unable to really help with the move. He more or less pointed and told us where to put things. He sat on the rear deck with a beer while all of us unloaded the moving trailer. He would look at us between swigs and say one of a few words “basement,” “upstairs,” “office,” “bedroom.” Luckily Chris rounded up a good many people and the move went rather quickly.

Although the move went smoothly, his accident a few weeks before was not as smooth of an event. A pack of about 20 of us were going to meet up at the local Bob Evans in Frederick, MD, grab some breakfast and then hit the road for a fun-filled afternoon of riding in West Virginia and Maryland. I arrived a little after 10:00 just as Chris instructed on the phone the night before. I waited outside for him, thinking he was just running a little late. Since it was a week or two before his move, I figured he was packing or doing some last minute stuff around the house before he hit the road. After about 30 minutes, I started to get a little worried. I tried calling him twice, with no luck. Once [Chris] Richter (not the same Chris that is late at this point) shows up, he proceeds to tell me that Chris was in an accident on South Mountain, just outside of Boonsboro, MD on Alternate 40 (Old National Pike). Luckily Chris hobbled away with only a broken foot and a little bit of road rash. He is now looking at Harley Davidson’s instead of another R6.

I can’t believe I have used Craigslist for almost two years now and have never seen this section. I stumbled across it today while reading an article on Wonkette. I find it funny that this section exists in the first place. It’s kind of interesting to read what people think about those wondering around them in public places. It’s kind of like What Women Want without Mel Gibson, Helen Hunt and all the drama of being fried by a hair dryer. How weird is it that you get to read what someone was thinking about you when you each smiled at each other on the street while switching to a different bus or having your morning coffee. Of course, along with that goes the oddness of the situation.

I can sit here and say “how neat this is,” but would I really be thinking that if I found a posting on there geared towards me? Probably not! It would be flattering to think someone is interested in you, but the fact that they used this means of contacting you is kind of weird and creepy. Whatever happened to just talking to someone or asking for their number, even a smile and a simple “Hello” will suffice. Of course, I know that I’m not one to talk, being the shy person that I am (insert comments as needed Brian ;)), but I have talked to women on Metro before.

I know this post seems like it’s going nowhere, which it probably is, but I thought I would share a great section of Craigslist to peruse over rainy lunch breaks (unlike today with the mid 70° F temperatures outside).

So the other day I was talking to a friend of mine who works in the realm of staffing. She asked me to describe in a few words what I thought my ideal place of employment would be. I reciprocated “Fun,” “Energetic,” “Growth” and “Creative.” Here was her response:

“Why in God’s name are you working in this town then?”
Recruiter - Unknown Staffing Agency

Nuff said!