i hate ironing

so even though i'm supposed to be on vacation tomorrow, i'm in san francisco on business, a trip that was completely unexpected, exciting and scary at the same time. it's truly amazing that i'm here. i only worry that i haven't done enough, haven't worked hard enough, but the people i'm working with seem pretty ok with everything i've done. and they were very relieved that i'm familiar with the city and they could spend time with their families instead of me in the evenings.

i'm staying in a nice hotel with a deep bathtub and i've been taking full advantage of it. you'd think with a huge whirlpool tub at home, i'd take plenty of baths but i never use the tub at home. so after i took my bath and relaxed a little, i thought to myself, i should really get things organized for tomorrow morning and decided that i would iron both blouses that i brought in case i felt like wearing one more than the other.

well, it's a good thing i brought two.

the damn hotel iron basically melted one of my shirts. it was one of my favourites too -- a blue colour that i think looks really good on me. well, looked really good on me. there is no way anyone could ever wear this shirt again, unless they were in an ad for how not to iron. or they used it as part of a halloween costume.

i am going to talk to the people at the checkout desk about it. i think there was something wrong with the iron since i had it on the cotton setting which is what i always iron that shirt on. it's a stupid thing to be upset about, but i am.

needless to say, i did not bother to iron the other shirt. it would really upset me if i melted that shirt too, especially with needing something nice to go out to dinner with the parents tomorrow night.

i was in a pretty good mood, even though i should have gone shopping tonight. instead i went for a long walk to see if some of the stuff i remembered from being a kid had changed. it had. pier 39 looked just as seedy as fisherman's wharf used to, so i didn't even bother to keep walking that way. it would have been depressing to see if it was even worse. and i think the publicis ad agency is in what used to be pier 39's parking garage. weird. it looked like a purple fortress.

i love san francisco but it's not really a great place to be a lone female after dark. i would have liked to have gone to north beach and had a coffee and something sweet but i didn't think it was a good idea. the funny part is, if it was europe, i would have just gone. but in the US i don't feel all that safe.

i went to dinner alone at the fog city diner, a place i've always wanted to try. it was pretty good but i think the food would have tasted better if i had company. i sat at the counter so i didn't feel like i was alone. but everyone was a couple so i decided to read until my food came. the cioppino was very good, although it could have used hot sauce. the mussels, clams, halibut and dungeness crab were all delicious.

what i should have done after work was come back to the room and rested. but it seemed like such a cop out and a waste of this great city. i did go to ann taylor and look around, but all the stuff i was interested in was too expensive. i need to go shopping at home and find some new tops. i went to the ferry building for the thursday night market but i didn't need any organic produce and there really wasn't any place for me to eat alone. i should have gone to the slanted door, but i didn't really see it.

so now i am in a bad mood. the shirt really pissed me off. the only consolation is that i had the shirt for two years. you can't tell me that old navy's quality is bad if it lasted two years. i've had more expensive stuff last for a shorter time.

overall, i've enjoyed my time here. it was nice to get away from the heat in toronto and the bs in the office. i hope that they think i've done a good job and invite me back. (i just realized i left my usb drive in the computer i'm using. damn. i hope no one snags it.)

ok, now i'm just getting cranky. i should go to bed so i can get up for my run and feel happier.