There was some kind of DNS problem on the 1st when I tried to come back. Seems like it’s fixed itself somehow.
So much for my dramatic return.
Anyway, it’s time for me to get back on the wagon (I’m not sure if that’s the right analogy, but whatever). First of all, let me go over what’s happened since I last updated regularly.
When I first started this blog, I had a pretty consistent daily update pattern. Sure, it wasn’t all gold (was any of it?), but at least I had something up there every day. That is, until April 2nd, when I went to an SF Giants/Oakland A’s exhibition game. I was working in San Mateo at the time, and waking up incredibly early, spending a lot of time on the road. Staying up for a night game in San Francisco was ultimately too much for my routine. I never recovered. To this day.
The game, I think, just made it clear how tiring it was working in San Mateo. It was a lot of time on the road. Grateful as I was for their giving me the opportunity, I had to get out of there.
And I did.
Before I move on from here, let me share some moments from my time working in San Mateo, documented with Instagram. Some recurring themes: bad food, office stuff, travel grievances, and cups. After the break, it’s photoblog time.
Anyway, enough of that cup shit.
On many days, I was witness to horrible accidents of many kinds. That one above there looks must have resulted in at least one fatality. The more I was on the road, the more I got the sense that it could be me some day. And even if regularly passing death didn’t phase me, sitting in traffic for hours did.
Grateful as I was for the job (or at least, that being the polite thing to say), I had to get out of there. And I did.
The staff in San Mateo was nice, though. They wrote me a card. They gave me 50 bucks at Starbucks (which I still haven’t used up, ‘cuz I only went to Starbucks ‘cuz it was the closest place down there. Ironic). They took me to lunch.
Working in San Mateo was an experience. And transferring to offices closer to home is insanely easier on the mind. I’ll miss the time I had to listen to music and/or podcasts. I’ll miss being able to stop by Great American BBQ on the way home. And, I even though it was such a slog, I will miss views like this:
Anyway, enough reminiscing. Here’s to me getting off my ass and being more creative this year. At least a little bit.