I'm not going to lie, people. It's been hard out here in sunny California. New state, new co-workers, new house, new frequent-shopper grocery card. It's been a lot to take in and has required some serious adaptation in the way I behave, the way I dress, the way I shop and communicate and travel...in fact, it has changed the entire way I look at, and deal with life. (*pause for dramatic sigh). I am happy to say that as a resident here for 1.5 months now, I am finally settled in and ready to take this city by storm.
Not a full-on thunder storm. Just a light sprinkle. Maybe some clouds. No lightening though. I don't want anyone to get hurt.
Working for our Oakland office has been great. We have a third the amount of staff of our Las Vegas office but we are equally as busy. And I still laugh in my head every time I write the word "staff" in a proposal. Or "manhole". That one kills me. The only negative thing I can say about the Oakland office is that for whatever reason this office blocks access to Myspace. I can watch rated-R/near-porn video clips on Youtube (not that I do, but I've seen it done) or illegally download songs from Limewire (and I would never even think about doing that...my assistant maintains my iTunes folder in a "need-to-know" manner), or listen to BBC radio (that's in England, people) but I can't get past our super fancy 'wall-of-evil' software that blocks my old love, my habit, my darling, my Myspace.
Thus, I shall now waste valuable work hours blogging and communicating via this bland, still-confusing website and then, link it to Myspace when I get home for all to read. Ha HAaaa! Take that, evil web-surfing software blocking my access to Myspace during work hours! In your face.
I'm just recovering from the super flu. I could feel it coming on the day after Halloween...aka November 1. Last week it knocked me out but I'm back now with a vengeance, and a horrible cough that will not go away. And a shit-ton of mucus and phlegm. It's pretty rad.
I miss my LV peeps a ton. You know that song, "Don't Know What You Got Til It's Gone?" It's true. I wish I would have had the chance to spend more time with ya'll before I flew the coop. It was just one of those things that happened so fast I didn't even have time to think about it, let alone tell anyone else about it. I look back three months ago at how different things were. Casper was still un-engaged. Sheri was keeping me fit-in-four. Craig was still waiting for the baby to pop out. Jen was getting ready for her new school. I was most likely drunk. Everything is different now. And three months from now I hope that things will be even more different.
I hope that I continue to meet new people and make new friends, maybe make some new girlfriends that I can go shopping with, girls who shave their legs and know Jimmy Choo is a shoe, not a Chinese restaurant in Berkeley, maybe meet a cute boy with a scooter or a sailboat called "scooter", and I hope that I find a way to work around the software blocking Myspace so I can read your blogs and get back in the loop. But most of all I hope that President Bush passes some legislation ASAP that calls for a serious reduction in green-house gas emissions because if we don't do something soon, we will soon be facing the risk of some serious disruptions to economic activity on a scale similar to the economic depression of the first half of the 20th century. If only there were some way to use boobs and liquor to convince the President that his alleged-God is not going to solve this crisis. If only we could somehow use boobs and liquor in place of scientific evidence, like using pictures of apples instead of numbers to teach children to count...then maybe, just maybe we could get our government to deal with the fact that our emissions affect the lives of others, everywhere, everyday.
And now I must go and recycle my soapbox! So long party people!
