What do you get when you cross boredom with state of the art Department of Homeland Security equipment.... Thats right boys and girls, me going through the x-ray machine at work! Yes, this is dangerous, but it was well worth the three times that I had to go through it to get the right picture. I do have a wicked head ache though... and my arm does seem to have a hazy glow about it... 

Hello! I thought I would post a nice pic of me and my lady. 

Word up my peeps! I just got sprouted from work meaning that I only worked five hours out of a twelve hour shift! Needless to say I am mucho happy about that. I guess I'll give everybody an update on what I've been up to other than seeing possible angels and even some possible angles too (ya know its just never good enough for some people). The begining of september we took a little trip to Charleston South Carolina. We went on military air, which really isnt a good thing. We went on a c-5 which for those of you who dont know, is a huge plane which also happens to be over thirty years old, and it smelled like something old and musty threw up in there. There were no wondows so it was like being in a room that shook for five hours. At least there was leg room and lots of it, and also a sweet sweet row all to my self. Charleston was sweet, I totally enjoyed working there. The management ran things good and all I did was drive the crazy truck things that I talked about two blogs ago. I really didnt get to do all that much other than work and chill at the hotel. Meaning that I did nothing but play xbox in my free time... it was a great month! And for anyone who cares, espn nfl 2k5 is just amazing, I'm feeling a little vaclempt just talking about it... ok, I'm over it, my eyes are still misty with happy tears, but I am less overwhelmed. Towards the end I got with two of my friends that I went to tech school with who got stationed at charleston and they took me downtown and showed me the town and all that good stuff, and the day after that one of them took me to the beach and that was totally super swell! The only beach I have ever really seen is galveston, and now I really know how much galveston wamps, cause this was good stuff. Clean water and lots of big waves, and an alarmingly pasty-white dude frolicing in it... it was a sight for the ages. Its probably a good thing that the beach wasnt too crowded that day. Once our month was up we headed back to good ole cali. The first flight we went on wasnt too bad, just way cramped. Once we got to chicago I saw that our next plane would be much bigger so I was very releaved. That feeling didnt last long though. I got a window seat which was nice, but it just happened to be inside of two older italian women... who didnt speak a lick of english. The inflight movie was Day After Tomorow, which was cool, what wasnt cool was that for lunch I got a massive coke and took it on the plane with me and drank it during the movie. And as fate would have it as soon as the movie was over the italian ladies were out cold and my bladder was filling up. Fast. So, sitting there with bladder full and legs doing the pee pee dance, I squirm in my seat for what seemed like eternity. Then finally the woman on the end wakes up and stretches her legs... this is my time to strike. I motion that I plan to step over the woman in the middle and go get that sweet sweet relief that only a urinal can provide. I position myself and get the courage to do it. And as fate would have it once again, as soon as I got one leg over the woman in the middle she just happened to wake up and find my crotch hovering precariously near her face. Needless to say she was quite startled so I quickly took another step to get over her so I could escape to the promised land. Free at last free at last! Other than that it was kind of a boring flight, but we got back to cali and I have been working in passenger service ever since. I think I'm gonna eat, so peace out, word to all of your mothers, and to all a good night!

It has been bar none the longest night of my life. Twelve hours of work… and one flight that even remotely means anything to me. Needless to say it’s been a toughie to stay awake. Luckily there are such things as the internet and other human beings with the capability of intelligent conversation (note: the latter is much harder to come by). I didn’t totally waste my time mindlessly surfing, I registered with monster.com and applied for some jobs. I doubt I will get them, but its at least a start. Tonight they had me up at the passenger service desk, which is where we sign up people to travel and answer questions regarding flights (even though all of the relevant flight info it posted on huge plasma screens throughout the terminal, people for some reason still ask questions that I then answer by looking at the same screen that it shown throughout the terminal. The vast majority of the people that come through the terminal are retiree’s and their wives just wanting to go on vacation. Of all the people that I met and helped tonight, one stands out. I don’t know his name, but he was an old man by anyone’s standard. He had grey hair, a few missing teeth, too much English leather cologne, and a suite that looked as if it had been worn for a while without being cleaned. His speech wasn’t too eloquent and it had a little too much volume accompanying it for my taste. His attention seemed more than just on the next flight that he hoped he could catch like most everyone else’s normally is. The man talked a little about his past about what was important, Jesus, and that people put their hope in governments that will just fail and in things of this world that don’t really amount to anything. He never came out and said it, but he left me knowing that Jesus was in his heart. The old man said that some called him a preacher; some called him just a teacher, but he said he thought of himself as a servant. That part kinda stuck with me. Here is this unkept man with his tie all messed up talking about how the world needs love and that love is Jesus, for all I know this man could have been an angle of God, or perhaps God himself (I don’t know if the Father does gigs like that), but the man spoke the truth. Well, its almost time for me to go to bed. Keep on keeping on and be sure to watch for angles. The could show up in white robes and glory, or they could look just like the homeless retiree’s that frequent the pax terminal.