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In the past two weeks:

*I gained two roommates who are much better than ex-roommate from hell. (This is in addition to one other roommate, so we are a full house now)
*Trump became president.
*I ran 22 miles, fell, and busted my shoulder kinda bad
*Women marched. I stayed home licking my wounds.
*I interviewed for a new job at a company that I can be proud of, and even if I don't get that job, it is a step in the right direction.
*The EPA was silenced, Muslims were detained at the airport, and congress was passing bills to cut health insurance for 20 million people.
*I hiked to the top of Mount Diablo and THERE WAS SNOW!
*I watched Purple Rain with Dave. I miss Prince.
*My shoulder is getting better.

The future is scary. Any positive news comes with a deluge of negative news and I can't really be optimistic about anything. I hurt for my Muslim friends. I hurt for my Mexican friends. And I fear for my own safety as a Jew (even if it seems ridiculous to do so).

Fuck this president and fuck everything about the next four years, because even if he leaves with the trail of destruction close behind, he will be replaced with another lying son of a bitch.
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In 2016, we saw many of our beloved celebrities die, but we also saw businesses die as people decided to retire after many years of service. I made plans to get Chanukkah donuts at a bakery in Oakland this year, and on Christmas Night, as Dave and I were strolling down Grand, making our way to a Chinese restaurant that had its lights on, we saw that bakery was open. They were having a shut down party because the owner had decided to retire after several years of running the bakery. Sadly, they did not make any donuts this year. I told Dave that I would buy that bakery in a heartbeat if I had the money. I don't really have money to invest or a house to back it up on. Also, I just moved and the cost of moving into a three bedroom house (albeit one I will eventually share with people) is enough to drive me into debt, but luckily I already have savings. And yet, instead of making a nest egg of my own, I am giving most of my money to some wealthy benefactor landowner in some trust who barely maintains their dilapidated 1960's era home.

This bakery is not the only business I see closing. A lot of businesses will probably close in the future, but very few people can afford to buy them and set up their own businesses. Many people in the bay area can't even afford to regularly go out to eat or buy things at a bakery so maybe it doesn't matter, but it makes me wonder how the next generation of people will be able to find and enjoy an independent business let alone be able to run one.
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I have been living in the new house for a few weeks.

I enjoy it much more than my previous place, except for the fact that I made a terrible mistake. I let a quiet looking sextagenarian Japanese woman move in about a week before because we needed a person and she had only intended to stay until February. She moved in a week before me and left a massive pile of her stuff in the garage and refuses to take it back to storage. This made me completely stressed out when I had to move all of my stuff out of my apartment last Saturday (1 week ago) and I could barely move through the garage. She has been here almost a whole month and the pile of boxes persist. It is almost like she is making me engage her about it, which is really inconsiderate. She also makes me feel incredibly uneasy, to the point where anything I say around her makes me feel like I am constantly walking on eggshells and I don't know how to predict her reaction. In my mind, the drama stems from me realizing that she would make a cool person to know, but a terrible roommate and it makes me dislike her even more. I hope she is able to move in with her friends in February, and that they enjoy each other's company, however, I can't wait until she leaves and I find someone else.
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1. Blackmailing foreign workers
2. How to deal with a co-worker sexually harassing another co-worker.

Yeah..work is getting fun. Maybe more tomorrow.

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I moved down the street. I cleared out an apartment worth of items accumulated over my ten years of South Bay living, and it ended up involving two dump runs and several donations. I spread-sheeted my books. I got rid of some more clothing. I threw away expired food. I still have two carloads of stuff, but I think I am approaching the end of this slog, which is good because I can turn in my keys before midnight on Saturday. My new place is in a 4-plex. I have two roommates. One will be moving out soon so I will need to find a new one. I am the master tenant. I was skeptical about living here, but so far, the noise level is much more improved from the previous apartment. It also has hardwood floors, which will make it easier to live with my furballs. I may have to sleep with them in my bedroom for the first time, which should be interesting.

On the job front, I stopped applying for stuff through the holiday season. The job hunting will pick up again after New Years. My company appears to be humming along with certain deals, but I am pretty sure that if nothing closes in February people will start leaving. My co-workers tend to be more pessimistic and more depressive with each passing day. I am skeptical about our ability to succeed when we keep meandering down different pathways. I also don't like the idea of carbon sequestration very much anymore.

Trump was elected president a month ago. Just writing that sentence made me feel ill. I find solace in the fact that other people are equally terrified. Maybe we can find some common ground, because the next four years will be a horrible fight to preserve everything we value.

An artist space in Oakland burned down during a party this past Saturday. 36 people died needlessly in a fast blaze. While I never went to that particular venue, I have been to similar events, including one at NIMBY in Fruitvale and American Steel Studios. These places hold the hearts and souls of the artist community but some of them are unfortunately not being maintained properly. I cry every time I hear about another victim on the radio. I cry for a society that has taken to eating its young, because it can't sustain itself anymore. I cry because people have to be adversaries in a litigious society. Knee jerk reactions often lead to bad policies and ultimately no one wins.

2016 sucks. 2017 could be rock bottom, but I am hoping for the best.
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I almost had a bad accident on Saturday. I was taking the I-5, with plenty of time to kill, having left around 8 in the morning. I was in the right lane, trying not to be next to any cars. I had just finished a random phone conversation with my new property manager and I was peeking over to the left and I noticed an SUV about to merge into my lane, only it did not bother to check and see if I was there. I was probably traveling around 65 miles per hour. In any case, the SUV forced me off the road onto the gravel and I proceeded to slow down. The problem was that I had hit my brakes reflexively and my car began to fishtail. It spun back into the freeway directly into the path of other cars. Luckily for me, most of the cars behind me had stopped--maybe they had seen me swerve. I quickly pulled over to the left side and let all the cars pass, but I was incredibly panicked and I just sat there for about fifteen minutes freaking out and crying. I had to get gas and no one was going to help me, so I waited for a lull and I got back on the freeway, and I ended up getting home around 2pm. That was the biggest event this weekend, aside from having some family time.

I am moving down the street. I will be paying significantly less rent, and I will be trying to save some money for the future.
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It is Sunday night. I am in my Silicon Valley apartment. The only audible noise besides the typing of my keyboard is my neighbor watching a film downstairs. Last week, we elected a man for president who lied about who he was. We all lie sometimes. Maybe it is to save face, make a story sound pretty, or to make an employer not dismiss you immediately. Lying is American. However, this man's lies were allowed to escalate into a movement of destruction. What it will destroy, I am not sure, but our taxpayer dollars are being grifted into many bad things.

How did we get here 2016? Many opinions exist, but there is no nail on the head when there are 125 million people involved in any decision. My confidence in the power of government to solve problems is waning, even if my voice becomes louder. I still have hope that we can build housing in the Bay Area to include everyone, but I see people taking on their own agendas in something that should be a huge human effort to keep people from living in tents in one of the richest cities in the world. This might be the safest place to be for immigrants, for transgendered/queer individuals, for minorities of all kinds, but this is also a place that builds a wall and blocks people out. The selfishness gives me nausea.

My job, yes, I still have the same job, is in carbon capture. My CEO has turned the company into many things, probably one of the signs of the apocalypse, but one of those things was making a product for energy efficiency/cool roofing. I spent a good two weeks at my job in existential dread because I do not want to be a part of coal mining's revival, but part of my energy efficiency role might be spared if I am allowed to collaborate with a national lab on the roofing granules phase 2 study. Many people have been confident about our success in this area, although it was not the intent of the company. Meanwhile, I am still looking for a new job but it is hard to control those circumstances. However, I may have found a new place that is still close to work but will give me back my quiet and my hardwood floors.
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Bay Area prices make rash decisions pretty hard.

While things deteriorate at my job, I have been applying to jobs at a rate of 2-5 per week to try to flee to a more financially secure place. Some of these jobs have been nice enough to reject me with a form letter. I have not had an interview since the big one at Livermore National Labs in June. My ideal count for jobs applied to would be 10 except there are not that many jobs, or they are in the category of not overlapping with my skill set at all.

I have also been studying programming. It is a welcome break from thinking about work, but I would eventually like to go full time on studying.

Last night it took me two hours to drive from San Jose to Oakland. I am tired of living far away from my boyfriend and tired of living in San Jose in general. He seems to be a good sport about it (he is mostly busy with homework). I am wondering why I am making my personal life so miserable at the expense of staying employed. I can't quit my job without a life raft but I wish that it was not a central part of my life.
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Life is really strange right now. Things are moving slowly, and I am not really sure what is going to happen.

A co-worker left for paternity leave last week. We are now down to three scientists. I wonder if there is any science left in us that will make us successful. I keep applying for jobs and hoping for successes. Sadly, job applications are a numbers game and there are not that many great opportunities right now. My current job isn't bad bad. It just isn't stable and it pays terrible for this area. It also gets harder when you become the focus of why the company isn't doing as well as it should. Sometimes, business is beyond your control.

There are many solutions I am exploring and one of them is trying not to leave. I have many important relationships here, one weighted more equally than others. That being said, it is hard not to wonder what it would be like once outside of this Bay Area bubble.

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My high school intern brought in what turned out to be a majorly contagious cold. Note to self: be more assertive about kicking out sick people at work who don't need to be there. I fell ill on Friday and I have not been able to shake the symptoms all weekend. Unfortunately, I had to miss the Grand Avenue bar crawl that was planned for Friday. On top of that, I missed the camping trip to Point Reyes that my friends planned a few months ago. On Sunday, I skipped a baby shower that I was invited to a week ago. All was not lost, as I managed to get some movies, some brunch, and some mini adventures in with Dave. We watched an old school Kung Fu movie called "Come Drink with Me" on Saturday and then a 1980s Japanese sci-fi anime called "Harmagedon" on Sunday. In an effort to get out of the house, we also walked through the Mountain View cemetery after discovering that the gates were actually located all the way down Piedmont Ave. We ended up overstaying our welcome by at least an hour and a half according to some annoyed security guards mostly because the cemetery is an expansive and fascinating place to visit. I am still sick and hoping that this sniffling and congested feeling does not continue much longer, but I guess a little downtime has to happen sometime.
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