Two days ago...

September 25, 2007, 10:03PM. Going home. On the CalTrain. Heading back to my sister’s place because yes, I am still homeless. And boy, is this one of the worst industries to be in while homeless. All I needs is my own personal bed to come home to, pass out on, get some awesome REM sleep, and wake up refreshed for another short walk back to the office. Instead, I am averaging about 1 hour 30 minutes to get to work or to get back home. For all my wondrous applause of the advanced public transportation system here, I’m not enjoying it particularly much. Or maybe it’s that I’ve pretty much had it with Palo Alto. Not only did it disappoint as a college town, it is now causing me commuting headaches aplenty. A boss on my case suggested that I get a hotel in the city and charge it to the firm. Not a bad idea. If only I could afford SF hotels with the available credit that I have now. When I asked him if he was serious, he said “yeah, that commute is costing me two hours of work every day.” Good to know I’m valued as an employee! But I guess our whole case team is stressed. We’re charged with a particularly tough case with a deadline that borders on absurd. We’re all stressed. The sick part is, I actually kinda love this shit. It’s exhilarating. I’m become a short-term expert in my field and working my ass off to achieve that status. Nice. I asked the same boss if I could have an hour off for lunch tomorrow to take a look at an apartment with my potential roommate. He said that that was valuable time for contacting people on the East Coast so not really. Maybe I could do it Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday, but we might be working Sunday. Haha., gotta love it.