I prefer convenience over all things. This includes quality, ambiance, freshness, and sometimes price. Now, this may not seem shameful, but I truly believe I’m the minority on this one. For instance, I worked downtown for the better half of this year and more often found myself at 7-11 picking up a sandwich and a Green-Tea Sobe than at any of the “exquisite” Little Italy restaurants surrounding me.

So what is it about these “convenience store” experiences that I relate to so much? I think I may have narrowed down some thoughts on this subject while I was eating my pre-packaged salad from VONS during lunch yesterday:

1. I love the ability to wander around at my own pace and pick up exactly what I want.
2. I hate being pressured by the next customer in line or busy waiter/waitress.
3. I don’t have to boldly announce my entire order in front of a group of people.
4. I value the idea of a separated “purchase” and “perusing” process.
5. I like to eat alone. Secretly, I eat very fast and messy. I don’t get stuff all over my clothes but I take large bites making a temporary mess of my face.

In many ways I think the fact that I’m socially awkward is to blame. I always feel like people think I’m boring, unstylish and, of course, fat (as if being fat is the worst thing in the world). So, I’m left with the following question … do I go to therapy and try to get to the root of the problem hoping to blend in with the rest of society or do I just lovingly embrace who I am and quietly enjoy my convenience store lunches?

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I just wanted to post a quick update about my ankle. Since the sprain, almost a month ago, I still have residual swelling. I wore heels for the first time yesterday and almost immediately regretted my decision. I’m going crazy with each passing day that I can’t even entertain the notion of playing any volleyball. I am doing my best not to even step on the court until October 9th. That will officially make it 6 weeks. Hopefully I won’t have opened a vein by then.

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My company just relocated to the UTC area from Downtown. Never having spent much time in La Jolla except to visit the beach way back in the day, I had no idea that the majority of San Diego convenes in this one spot.

The drive in was uneventful. I took the 5 because everyone had told me that the 805 was a joke. I was pleased with my decision when I arrived within 20 minutes, no stop-and-go. I was a little weary of the commute home, but was optimistic. Famous last words …

I left at 5:00 pm, kind of in a rush because I’d had a last-minute deadline at work that held me longer than I’d wanted. I get on Genessee because I heard it was a better route going back. I didn’t want to have to go all the way out to the 5 each time because it adds a few unnecessary miles to my trip. I shouldn’t have questioned the power and speed of the 5 … I know that now. It took me 20 minutes to get from Eastgate Mall to La Jolla Village Drive on Genessee. I think I ran one red light and got stuck in the intersection at another. I finally came to my senses and moved over to the 5. It had 3 areas of stop-and-go but much better considering.

It took me a full hour to travel the 18 miles from La Jolla to North Park last night. Here’s hoping that it was just the Chargers game that made it so horrible. Tonight I have the added joy of having to swing back up to North Clairemont for my daughter’s volleyball league (see the map) … What the hell was I thinking?!?

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It’s true, I’ve officially been part of the great American legal system by way of Jury Duty. In the interest of keeping an unbelievably long story short, I’m officially back at work (narrowly escaping a two-week criminal case).

I’m left wondering about these few things:

1. Do you think our judges had this in mind when they spent countless hours and thousands upon thousands of dollars in law school?
2. What happened to the art of “follow my lead?”
3. Why do people always feel it’s necessary to share their entire life story whenever given the chance to speak? I seriously needed my own portable “Wrap it up” Box.

Anyway, I have discovered that I’m way too wound up and in much too much of a hurry (compared to the rest of the planet) to be a part of any jury. Let’s hope I don’t get another summons for quite some time.

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So, it’s high time that I redesign my website/blog. I’ve been doing a bunch of research and planning my attack but in the meantime I’d like to start setting up my blog to have more “bells and whistles.” Unfortunately, my old theme isn’t “widget-aware” so I’ll be finding a new one that won’t match my website but in the long run, will. I’m even toying with the notion of having this wordpress be my portfolio, so be patient while I get my ducks in a row.

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For those who don’t know, I sprained my ankle during my volleyball league on Thursday 8/28/08 (coincidentally my sister’s 30th birthday). I was blocking and the hitter decided to come under the net. I landed on his foot and rolled my right ankle. I was laid out all Labor Day weekend with my butt on the couch and my foot in the air.

I’m happy to report that my ankle feels much better today (almost a full week later). Still have some residual pain when the blood rushes back to the area and almost no range of motion but at least when I put my weight on it, it’s not squealing in agony.

One thing I have noticed about the human race during this period … we’re a bunch of jerks! I’ve never seen so many rude looks, unhelpful attitudes, and just general demeanor of “I don’t give a shit about you” in all my life. I now strive to go out of my way to help those struggling to get around. I feel your pain and I am truly sorry if I’ve ever been discourteous.

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My daughter started middle school today. It’s adorable but it really made me feel old. How the hell did my child get to be 11 years old? I felt bad for her as she was escorted onto campus with her hobbling cripple of a mother. Hopefully the kids won’t make fun.

It also had a sense of serious nostalgia. I actually smelled my old school days as I was walking back to my car. Don’t you think that’s weird? I didn’t even grow up here, so you’d think that the two cities would produce different morning smells but it was actually very similar. Anyway … now I’m rambling.

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