Day 4: Reality
Powerful. That's all I can say about the documentary they showed us today about the destruction in Southern Mississippi. Truely eye opening. For all of the CNN coverage and what not that I saw during Katrina, it really didn't hit home like this doc did. Basically a start to finish look at the hurricane from the day it became a tropical storm, to when they realized it was coming through, to when it hit, to the aftermath. Just seeing the progression was amazing, but the destruction was overwhelming. It was really good of them to expose us to the horrors of this tragedy, so that we could really understand the people we would be dealing with. The only regret is that I found it secretly fascinating. Just the sheer magnitude of the storm, it's power, and the destruction. I felt the same during the tsunami and 9/11. Awful tragedies, of course. But there is something just incredible about these immense occurances. I hope that isn't bad.
The rest of the day cruised by. No driving problems, didn't hate anyone today, and the day moved pretty quick for once. Already got my work out out of the way, and looking forward to a piece of salmon I picked up (not at Wal Mart, fear not!).
Anything intersting occur? Nope! But I did finally get some satisfaction. There is a real anomally going on in San Diego, that being that we get a deluge of Sonic commercials (for those not in the know, Sonic is a fast food chain found in the south, but branching out), however, in my four years in San Diego, I have yet to actually see a Sonic! It has become literally the bane of my existence, and I am finally relieved to be surrounded by Sonic on every corner. Im not the fast food type any longer, but I may go to Sonic just to get my comeuppance.
Said "fixin' to" for the first time today, and immediately punched myself in the face.
Finally met someone worth talking to. This guy, same age as me, went to Pepperdine law, lives here locally with his wife. Understands California, but knows the Dallas area, so could become a true ally. Solid guy, and saved me at lunch. Went to Jack in the Crack with Bama Tom ( I got chicken...) and when I suggested we get the food to go, he wanted to stay and eat at there! Im like, come on, lets go eat in the break room (just hoping to get back where I could slink off alone and not be disturbed) but he insisted we eat there. "Come on, the break room?" he exclaimed. "Why, because the posh surroundings of Jack's Bistro are so much better?" Yes, god forbid we go back and eat in the huge break room with fellow workers, when we can sit a table the size of a frisbee and bang elbows while trying to determine whose curly fries are whose. My man Robbie was there, and we began talking. As soon as he headed out, I asked for a ride, and was delivered. I really am a bastard.
Gonna cut it short tonight. Waiting on a call from Ace (woo hoo!) then I have to write an article. Im doing freelance for www.nbadraft.net , so feel free to visit for hoops knowledge from your favorite Cali ex-pat.
The rest of the day cruised by. No driving problems, didn't hate anyone today, and the day moved pretty quick for once. Already got my work out out of the way, and looking forward to a piece of salmon I picked up (not at Wal Mart, fear not!).
Anything intersting occur? Nope! But I did finally get some satisfaction. There is a real anomally going on in San Diego, that being that we get a deluge of Sonic commercials (for those not in the know, Sonic is a fast food chain found in the south, but branching out), however, in my four years in San Diego, I have yet to actually see a Sonic! It has become literally the bane of my existence, and I am finally relieved to be surrounded by Sonic on every corner. Im not the fast food type any longer, but I may go to Sonic just to get my comeuppance.
Said "fixin' to" for the first time today, and immediately punched myself in the face.
Finally met someone worth talking to. This guy, same age as me, went to Pepperdine law, lives here locally with his wife. Understands California, but knows the Dallas area, so could become a true ally. Solid guy, and saved me at lunch. Went to Jack in the Crack with Bama Tom ( I got chicken...) and when I suggested we get the food to go, he wanted to stay and eat at there! Im like, come on, lets go eat in the break room (just hoping to get back where I could slink off alone and not be disturbed) but he insisted we eat there. "Come on, the break room?" he exclaimed. "Why, because the posh surroundings of Jack's Bistro are so much better?" Yes, god forbid we go back and eat in the huge break room with fellow workers, when we can sit a table the size of a frisbee and bang elbows while trying to determine whose curly fries are whose. My man Robbie was there, and we began talking. As soon as he headed out, I asked for a ride, and was delivered. I really am a bastard.
Gonna cut it short tonight. Waiting on a call from Ace (woo hoo!) then I have to write an article. Im doing freelance for www.nbadraft.net , so feel free to visit for hoops knowledge from your favorite Cali ex-pat.
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