The fact is, I want to grow up a little bit, and I feel like a natural advancement in online writing is switching from shotgun blasts of brain vomit on MySpace to more refined and well thought out blogs on Blogger. A place where I can talk about myself, as much or as little as I like.
Not many people understand, nor do they insist to know, much about my work life. Today I arose at the chilling hour of 5am to greet the same dark diesel smoke-filled school bus yard I see every morning. I was no later then normal, about 5-10min late every day, and I got my work done regardless. I did my regular morning run that fortunately went faster then usual, and headed up to take a field trip to downtown LA.
I love doing this trip. I know a place where I can park my bus, and in LA that is a comforting thing. I often complain about my job, but when I get paid to stroll through the Historical Fashion District, and eat at one of my favorite breakfast/dinner spots in LA, The Pantry, it is hard to beat.
I like to pretend when I am there that I am a fashion designer on a scouting mission or a professional musician or writer taking an all-too-common inspiration day. Resting, soaking in the richness of the metropolis, and enjoying time with my thoughts. I often think as if I am writing a blog as I walk along, as if my story is being written as I move and breathe.
Today I even brought my horrendously under-used camera to snap a few photos. It was stunning in the city today; the chill makes me love Winter. Also who knew that the DWP (Department of Water and Power) building had a wicked open to the public M-F cafeteria in the basement?? I didn't eat there because of the incredible sourdough french toast breakfast I had a few hours earlier, but it looked like quite a tantalizing smorgasbord.
Today my job ruled.
Then I found out some really sad news about how one of the Special Abilities kids I take home every afternoon was forced to move to Illinois by surprise. How fucked up is that? An adult child who just can't function normal enough to go to regular school doesn't even get told they are moving, gets checked out of school, and taken to an awaiting airplane. No goodbyes, no parties, nothing. She was such a sweetheart. I will miss her, but that is the harder part of my job, at least she still has her life. It is very disheartening when our kids pass away.
