Where I live..

This is where I live. The area is known as Potrero and secretly is the home to the nation's curviest street, which, believe it or not, is not Lombard st. I'll go there some day and prove it.


I live on top of a hill and the view is breathtaking. From the bottom of the street (top of the next dip). I walk all the way to the bottom, right where it gets flat in the picture and over about 5 blocks to catch the bus. Its a hell of a walk back up.


And the view from my bedroom window at night...

NEW X-FACTOR

For those of you that don't know, XFACTOR is the name of my bowling team. I made this when I got bored at work today.



PS I googled X factor AFTER I made my logo and this is what I found.. hottie sillohuette on the back of our shirts, anyone?:

Typical day...

when people say that they are working, really they mean they are answering emails.

An email I got at work the other day...

Fireworks by PES is also especially cute.

Uh... wow

Yesterday, I met one of the creators of MafiaWars and visited one of the most beautiful apartment buildings I have ever seen across the street from the Ball Park, which I would love to go to a game.

I work here..

I have officially been here one week, not done too much but I think it's safe to say I'm settled.

I work in this gigantic 23 story, steel framed building that with stood all sorts of natural disasters.

On the floor below me, live an office for Nickelodeon and AddictingGames.com. SWEEEEEEEEET



PS I work on the 13th floor. great view!

I'm Staying in this guy's bedroom

He is a professional and quite famous lindy hop dancer. By the age of 24, he's been all around the world and won a cagillion trophies, which are all sitting in his bedroom still.

311

311 is one of the greatest services San Fran has to offer. Basically, it's a customer service line for the city. From the impression I got, you can ask them anything about the city and they'll answer or direct you to someone who can.

Today, I used this magnificent cell phone service to help me get unlost on the MUNI (bus service). After exploring a little bit on the Embarcado and Fisherman's Wharf, it was time to go home. Using the handy map I had just bought, I found the closest bus stop for Bus 10, one that I take to work and gets me home. Little did I realise, that bus 10 ends service at 7pm on M-F (it was 830).

Handy dandy 311 let me know this, and also told me the best way to get home, with least walking distance and transfers. My customer service rep, Jay, told me all about bus 19 and how close it would get and all with a smile on his face and a pep in his voice. Hooray! Go 311. I'll be using that more often.

Pictures

On the way, we saw a GIGANTIC motorcycle parade. This was a group of BT BA bikers. They didn't even follow traffic lights. No sir, they busted on threw 3 cycles of red lights at this intersection, angry motorists at bay.


Crazy buldings...





Golden Gate's neglected sibling, Bay Bridge


The bathroom, or teleportal. Its questionable


And this crazy bow and arrow. Only one of several scultptures...

I walked this today

It's about 3 miles (there and back). We could have walked all the way to Fisherman's wharf, but the jeans I was wearing started to melt on to my pants. It was hot. The walk was beautiful. We walked along the bay until we reached the Ferry Bldg.

I could totally walk to work but it would take a little over an hour. I think I'm gonna try once or twice, especially since for the first week or so I will need to pay bus fare, $4 by the day.

Part II

The saga of getting to san fran is pretty anticlimatic compared to it epic first half but still note worthy for sure.

After arriving at the airport. I find out Connie, the lady I'm staying with, has gone to bed. I am told to catch a courtesy shuttle to the airport Hampton to stay with Angela, the other intern, and her mom in their hotel til the morning.

I am finally moved in! Completely bags unpacked, clothes hung, food bought. I'm ready to live here now.

For all those that are wondering, all of our stuff fits with room to spare! Hooray! There is a closet with two bars and a double dresser.

More on the house when I can upload pics.. I still don't have an internet password.

UPDATE. got the internet password!!

Disaster!

Getting to san Francisco has been a complete disaster. After wonderful farewells from friends and family I'm on my way to the airport. And shit hits the fan.

Poor timing and planning mean I get to the airport less than an hour from flight time. But wait....
No ticket is found with my name. Lo and behold. My flight was at cincy not Dayton, where I was.

Disaster.

The kind delta man is able to find a flight out of Dayton, in the next 30. But a sudden rush of late flyers cause havoc at the check in line. I decide to pay the fee and take the flight. But wait.

While weighing my check in I realize it is 25 lbs overweight. With no time to fix the problem (extra bag in hand for this situation), I had to suck it up and pay the price.

For my name. f! Sprinting through the airport, my bag zipper flies open. I rushed to grab everything and make it to the gate.

While the door was just being closed, I yell wait! sweating, and panting I make it in the plane.
I am now in Detroit waiting to board my next flight. Ill get there, eventually