The summer of my dreams started this week.
I hopped on a bird of steel and headed to San Francisco Tuesday afternoon on a gross, rainy and bleak Connecticut day. The rain-soaked air strip kept us grounded for over an hour past out scheduled departure time, and I was certain I’d miss my connection in Detroit. I knew I’d miss my connection. Our flight was 90 minutes late, how/why would it wait for me?
Long story short (you’re really only missing my silly nervousness) I made it aboard and, though late, we departed from sunny San Francisco.
As chance would have it, I sat in a window seat with no one sitting next to me. A nice, older lady on the aisle seat, but no one sat next to me. A quick check of the cabin revealed the true rarity of the situation.
On the flight Leap Year was shown. It was not very good, at all. Why can’t in-flight cinema ever be decent? (Apart from a trip to Vegas where Kangaroo Jack was shown).
Again, fast-forwarding in time. I get into San Francisco International Airport around 10:30 local time and it wouldn’t be until after midnight (3:00 a.m. body clock time) until I was asleep in my bed in Mill Valley, a nice little city across the Golden Gate Bridge.
I awoke the next morning and caught the #4 bus into the city at 7:30 a.m. Arriving in the city at 8:30, I made my way to my office, where I was treated to an hour’s worth of HR shenanigans.
Once ushered to my desk and introduced to GameSpot staffers, I sat at my desk and started work. Just like that.
I apologize for the bite-sized details. I don’t enjoy this type of writing. Why am I even writing this? I have communicated the same information via Twitter (@EddieMakuch) and Facebook already as well as speaking directly over the phone with loved ones. I guess this blog is kind of irrelevant. If you’d like to know what I’m up to, read my Twitter feed or friend me on Facebook if you must know what I’m doing at all times.
I just think journal entries like this are kind of silly. Sorry!
