The Air Up Here

Let's talk about this for a second. It's a rare occasion for me to answer the phone. Quite simply, I don't have the time. Couple that with my extreme level of irritability in the last 3 months and you should expect to e-mail me or text any type of request you may have. For anybody I work with, this is especially for you: I don't hate you, I'm not avoiding you, I really just don't want anything to do with that place right now. Let's not even mention the fact that the economy has driven people to act a damn fool and lose "they COT damn" minds, but picture this: for two weeks in a row, they have scheduled me EXCLUSIVELY on the days of whichI told them I have school. Not to mention, they put the only MALE on the floor (your Captain) on to work for Superbowl Sunday. Superbowl Sunday!! In my twenty-three-and-some-odd years on this planet, I have never...EVVVVVVVVVVVER missed the Superbowl. This year marks the first, and ultimately last time this rare occurence happens. Mix in a dash of panic and frenzy by the front office suits DEMANDING that we intrude ourselves into the personal life of everyone who steps foot in that building, well I hope you can understand my frustrations. I never see my family either, and I've been called out many times on it. Money's tight, I commute at least, at THE VERY LEAST, 4 hours a day. EVERYDAY. However, I have never been more busy in my entire life than I am right now. So you know what gets sacrificed for those 4 hours? Sleep. You know what an average night of sleep for a guy like me is? About 5 hours. The math speaks for itself.

So yes, you will see less and less of me until the summer. Fortunetly, you will hear more and more from me on this very site. So keep your eyes open, your ears to the streets, and bear with me. 2009 has some great surprises ahead. Love y'alls

P.S. Please text instead of call!

Bom Noite
El Capitan