Friday Fiver: Gonna Make You Sweat

1. Do you play any sports? No. I'd love to get into an amateur baseball laegue, but haven't the time.

2. Do you exercise on a regular basis? My job is quite physical. I get a good workout there.

3. Name one person that raises your blood pressure: Ann Coulter.

4. You need to go up two floors in a building: do you use the stairs or the elevator? Stairs.

5. One thing that makes you go "Hmmmmm"? People who drive while chatting on cells, eating, applying make up, whatever. Pay attention to the couple of tons of metal you are manuvering!

We missed an anniversary!

With all the rush of the new job, it slipped both our minds that August 2nd was the 10th Anniversary of my cancer diagnosis.

I win, fuck cancer.

TGIF, and random observations.

Work continues apace, and my training period draws nearer to the end. Today, I did two entire jobs, beginning to end, with Chris only stepping in when I made an error in judgment that needed to be addressed immediately. Showing a warped sense of humor, the first job I was assigned was in Scotts Valley.

Check out the map. Scotts Valley is in the heart of the Coast Range. So my first extended trip at the wheel involved a narrow 2-lane highway that has tight curves and the occasional 100-foot drop to one side. It was actually easier than I thought it would be (doing it as a passenger in the truck is nerve-wracking.)

The nice thing about being the driver is I get to set the radio! 107.7 The Bone, baby!

The two jobs went well, and we actually had a fairly short day - only ten hours.

I thought it was a hot day, but evidently I was wrong. Because coming home, the diamond vision display on the Auto Row tower informed me it was actually -196 F. I was wondering about that liquid nitrogen rain we'd been getting recently...

Oh, this is my office. The building centered in the picture has three sections, we are the rightmost.

A note to the idiot drivers out there. Hi. My truck weighs about 5 tons empty. The pod I'm currently carrying tips the scales at 9 tons. That means I mass 14 tons. You mass about 2 tons. Guess who is going to win an argument between our vehicles? That's right, I might not even notice the collision. So why do you persist in cutting me off, trying to sneak past me on the right when our lanes are merging, and generally acting like I'm driving a rubber ball that will playfully bounce away when we hit, not turn your little piece of tin into a mangaled hunk?

Beer is good.