the long road home

it began at 1:00 pacific time, yesterday, when i left the office for the airport.

i parked, flagged down the shuttle, changed shuttles, was dropped off at the terminal, checked my tiny bag (i have to check my fucking bag because i travel with liquids, many more than will fit in 3-oz. containers inside of one small baggie. it royally pisses me off that i have to check my bag, and i'll probably never stop bitching about it, or that the inconvenience of travel does not make me feel safer on board planes, only more annoyed than usual), made my way through security (again, in case my annoyance sentiment was somehow unclear in my earlier parenthetical sidebar, i will reiterate again just how fucking annoying it is to deal with the "joys of traveling", the tsa in particular, and their really dumb rules), put down some cash for an overpriced piece of crap wrap, and sat down to wait to board.

we were meant to board at 3:00. at 3:15 the plane arrived. we boarded at a wee before 4. twenty minutes later we unboarded. at 5:00 we boarded a new plane. at 5:30, we were in the air.

at 10:30 i landed in st. louis, two hours later than i had planned to land in st. louis.

by the time i picked up my checked duffel bag, made my way to the rental car line, and got into my car and on the road, it was 11:30.

i pulled into my brother's driveway at 1:45 am.

it took me over ten hours to get from southern california to southern illinois. and to add insult to injury, it's snowing. and it's really, really, really cold. and i hate the cold. and i hate snow even more. thank goodness i love my family.

because i begin my trip back to southern california in 32 hours.

~k

manic monday

i almost never rant about my day job. because, well, i am one of those lucky people who digs a day at the office, and it leaves little to rant about.

but today.

today is different.

i just closed my door to cry. because after spending the last two fucking months pouring over every last detail for my 2009 budget, i just got a please-fix-it email from the budget guru that may as well have been written in japa-fucka-nese.

i hate numbers, i hate excel, i hate budgets, i hate today, and i need booze. NOW! where's that damn bottle i promised to leave in my bottom drawer for just these emergencies?

being kbd ain't all it's cut out to be. at least not today :(

~k

the light beacons

thanks to a reality check (i heart you, humanitarian friend!), my path has become a wee bit more clear.

i don't want to be a politician. i can't be. i wouldn't be okay compromising really important things for the sake of other really important things. i wouldn't be able to sleep at night. i would let politics and the deal-making break my spirit.

but because i do love me some politics, and believe that the gods had more in mind when they decided me a worthy recipient of this gift of gab, i'll be watching from the sidelines. and reporting to you, my thirteen readers, the whispers i hear from city hall, and whether or not your elected officials are being true to their message...

~k