My life in the war zone…

Been strange since I’ve been back in SF, as I’ve primarily been staying in my apartment and not venturing out too much.

First, the gas company is putting in new lines/sewers on my street, so around 9 a.m. every morning, it sounds like the Jurassic Park backlot, with the T-Rexes walking out to the exhibit.

Behind me, a neighbor is doing some sort of work that has resulted in constant jackhammering throughout most of Monday and Tuesday, although it has been absent today.

My phone line was down for about seven hours yesterday for no good reason, cutting out right in time for an important interview with a recruiter and a very special job I hope to get. Thankfully, we worked it out and did the interview on my cell phone.

Last night, my apartment shook for a good 15 seconds from the South Bay earthquake, although I really didn’t do anything but wonder how long it would last. I hit the quake info webpage while my room was still shaking and it showed no activity in the last hour. So, for a while there, I was wondering if the gas company screwed up and there was a big hole on the street outside or something.

Today, after my movie, I walked through the Castro as it prepared for “No Halloween,” with police barricades, and a lot of cops and tow trucks ready for the non-festivities. I will not be going anywhere near that area tonight, as it will either be nothing to see or Halloween in Thunderdome.

Just seems like a lot of chaotic events at once, no?

One Response to “My life in the war zone…”

  1. Miguel Says:

    hey chica! seems like you are up to several things. Hadn’t read from you in a while and suddenly one gets such an update. hugz

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