Fun Facts

Saturday I went salsa dancing with a girl who is afraid of some kinds of elevators. Interestingly enough, this is the second girl I've met with an elevator-related phobia.

My parents have begun calling me more frequently than every week. As there is nothing going on in my life, I have nothing to talk to them about. I think time must go slower for them or something, because to me it still feels like July.

Parking in the garage here involves navigating through a tight corridor filled with cars parked by idiots, any one of which could suddenly pull out into your path of travel. As you navigate this concrete maze, someone who considers himself an awesome driver will tailgate you, because he/she thinks it is a good idea to zoom past all the cars at like 50. Then you finally arrive at your space, park carefully, and open your door to see how far away from the line you are. If you look like you are a reasonable distance away from the line--as in, enough room to get out of your car--you'll need to re-park, because you are way to close on the other side. Later, when you come back to your car, a fatass SUV/minivan will be parked right next to you, forcing you to learn a new kind of yoga as you slinky in through your barely open car door. That same car will also block your vision as you tentatively back out of your space, hoping you don't get hit by one of the idiots cruising the parking garage like a highway. Little did the parking garage architects of this fair city know, making every space too small and labeling them all "compact" doesn't actually make the SUV drivers leave in shame. They just park anyway, as if they didn't care about wasting space. Shocking, I know.

Amazon is super cheap. They pretend it is a good thing by using the word "frugal." My desk is made out of a door--literally. If I removed the legs, added two hinges and a latch, I would have a cheapass door instead of a cheapass desk. Amazon also gives stock to all of its employees, so during any money-related conversation, there is always some jackass who starts off with "well as a stockholder...." Everybody is a stockholder here. They give you a bunch of shares that you cannot sell for the first few years.

I have...4 textbooks for flying stuff. Some of them were published by the FAA, and some of them were published as part of a kit for the private pilots license. The FAA also published a series of questions likely to be on the knowledge test to become a pilot. The really fun thing about these questions is some of them are about things that do not appear in any of my textbooks. My new favorite hobby is telling my friends I can't hang out because I'm "studying," which means manually flipping through these books looking for some obscure fact that might be on the test.

My allergies have flared up for no apparent reason. Since I haven't cleaned my desk since I started working here, I am now playing a fun little game I like to call "find the allergen."

Also, last night I watched a show on the History channel about theories that ancient structures were build under the influence of extraterrestrial aliens. I now have like five more places to visit, including a city that was put together like legos.