randomly snarky - … suzie austin’s personal blog

If you’re in Denver or interested in relocating here, here’s a couple of Craigslist job postings we have running. Response is fairly overwhelming and this post will only amplify that but we’re truly seeking the best of the best for each role:

- Arts & Entertainment channel manager: http://denver.craigslist.org/wri/1068573750.html
- Recreation channel manager: http://denver.craigslist.org/wri/1056918034.html
- Bars & Clubs, Food & Drink channel manager: http://denver.craigslist.org/wri/1067515240.html

We’re also recruiting a number of entry-level administrative positions, and our dev/product teams are hiring as well. Ping saustin@examiner.com with any questions.

Shortly after moving to Virginia in 2001, I received a traffic ticket for speeding. I was doing 40 in a 30 on a boulevard I’d still argue should be marked 55 based on the traffic patterns. But I paid the fine and tried not to speed there again.

Sticking with the trend of relocation + ticket, I was lagged last night for turning at a red light apparently marked as No Turn on Red.

Between you and me, I’ve been turning on red at this light since early October. I guess the ticket was inevitable. But, I truly didn’t know the warning was posted, and confirmed on the way home tonight the sign is near impossible to see in the dark.

Here’s a bit of Colorado quirk: The ticket is a little over $100 and comes with 3 points. Yay. But, if I pay the ticket within 20 days, the cost drops closer to $70 and there won’t be points assessed. The "improper turn" offense will also convert to "broken headlamp." Huh?

Okay, Colorado. I’ll pay your ticket within 20 days. And I’ll fix that uh, headlamp problem, ASAP. Wink.

Apparently it’s not until you live or commute downtown that you truly experience the teeth-grinding ire of a jaywalker crossing your path.

I admit, I’ve done my share of jaywalking over the years. Not long after I moved to Denver I even asked a couple of colleagues walking back from lunch why we were stopping at the DO NOT WALK sign. I mean, c’mon, we have the right of way, don’t we?

No, Pedestrian, you do not have the right of way unless the sign says WALK.

My car weighs a couple of tons. I keep the brakes, tires and assorted fluids in good shape but that’s no guarantee I can turn the corner and stop when you pop in front of me. Oh, and your look of annoyance when I have to stop short makes you not only act like a dumbass, but look like one too. Freak. Dumbass freak.

It takes all kinds of critters to make ‘em.

One favorite childhood memory is more random than most: A group of friends and I snuck into the movies with borrowed older siblings to watch Motel Hell. Likely one of the campiest and crappiest horror movies ever made, it featured crazies cooking-up unsuspecting travelers as sausage. As a kid, the best part was how the victims were kept buried in the garden all veggie-like to be fed in preparation. I also loved the old guy riding a rickety bicycle around town yelling “we’re doomed, we’re doomed.”

Most of us hadn’t even hit our teens yet, so the movie was likely far more adult and interesting to us than the producers ever intended. But the fun memories of the night certainly stuck – which may have included my first cigarette, by the way.

A neat side effect of moving are the random memories generated by packing/unpacking. Not sure what exactly sparked this one, probably a combination of the move and the crap I’ve had playing in the background from FEARnet.

It takes all kinds of critters to make ‘em.

One favorite childhood memory is more random than most: A group of friends and I snuck into the movies with borrowed older siblings to watch Motel Hell. Likely one of the campiest and crappiest horror movies ever made, it featured crazies cooking-up unsuspecting travelers as sausage. As a kid, the best part was how the victims were kept buried in the garden all veggie-like to be fed in preparation. I also loved the old guy riding a rickety bicycle around town yelling “we’re doomed, we’re doomed.”

Most of us hadn’t even hit our teens yet, so the movie was likely far more adult and interesting to us than the producers ever intended. But the fun memories of the night certainly stuck – which may have included my first cigarette, by the way.

A neat side effect of moving are the random memories generated by packing/unpacking. Not sure what exactly sparked this one, probably a combination of the move and the crap I’ve had playing in the background from FEARnet.

The house closing came and went without a hitch. Not bad considering the financial woes all around us. The 1,650 mile drive across the country was blissfully uneventful and the weather was good. i-70 through Kansas was fucking endless.

The movers came today – a couple of hours late – and the furniture looks great in the house. Power, gas, and phone are all set.

The only real flub in my careful orchestration was by the cable company – the installer showed but some of his equipment wasn’t working. Cable boxes, that is. So we get another visit tomorrow between 1-5pm. I managed not to implode when things didn’t go exactly as planned.

By this time tomorrow we’ll be fully moved in and out of the latest hotel. Amen!

The closing is set for 4pm MT and everything appears to be in order. So, unless the sky falls down or my bathtub mat locks me in the hotel, I’ll be an official Colorado resident tomorrow night. Almost.

The closing is set for 4pm MT and everything appears to be in order. So, unless the sky falls down or my bathtub mat locks me in the hotel, I’ll be an official Colorado resident tomorrow night. Almost.

Yawn. Passing the maid’s cart in the hall this morning, I noticed she was transporting a new rubber mat. Apparently the Great Disappearing Mat Adventure is nothing more than a rubber mat shortage. Boo.

Only 3 more days! Then it’s more hotels as we drive across the country. But I’m okay with that. Actually, I’m GREAT with that. Can’t wait!

I received mail at the hotel today – a postcard from Florida. Very cute.

My note to the maid this morning scared my mat straight – it’s back home tonight.