The Aftermath: Part 3

It truly is humbling to have the security of a good job dissipate unexpectedly. You begin to question your drive and abilities. Insecurities run rampant, sending a mind that was previously efficient and productive into a dense forrest, where clarity is obscured, and time simply slips away. At this point, there is denial. The small sanctuary in your mind where rationality exists accepts the reality of the situation, but all your other senses fight back. This can't really be happening? This just doesn't make sense. Scenarios, rumor, and speculation twist and turn until enough straws have been grabbed to make a cozy little nest where false hope can lay an egg or two. I'm being a little melodramatic, but... it was difficult.

"When it rains, it pours". I had forgotten, but it was brought to my attention that on the next day, a friday 7.21.06, 3 friends from work and I went to lunch to have a beer and blow off some steam. I believe we were on our way to Pizza Port, but got bamboozled. It was ridiculously busy, so we ate next door at the Tidewater? On our way back to the car, walking just past PP, a Ford Explorer driving... ~ 40+ mph wizzes by us on the 101 and pulls into a drive way without braking at all, less than 50 ft. in front of us. The SUV disappeared around the facade of a boutique. Seconds later... CrASHWhAMSMACKKAplooEY! The 4 of us hustle up the sidewalk to see the aftermath, and discover a black Jetta totally T-boned by the Explorer. The kicker: The guy in the Explorer gets out of his truck in a haze, only to reveal... HE HAS NO LEGS!! He was driving like a bat out of hell, in traffic, with a pair of titanium kangaroo legs! Unbelievable. And we were literally 10 secs from being in the wrong place at the right time.

Happy Birthday

The weekend came, gratefully. Any distraction was a welcome one. I might have hoped my 33rd would have come and gone under less onerous circumstances. I happened to have family visiting which was nice. My Aunt Liz and Uncle Anthony are fun people. I always enjoy there company. It was great to see Marie as well. She has really grown up. The weather was A+ San Diego style. We all got some good beach time in. My mom made my classic cake (yellow w/ special white frosting). We barbecued and drank margeritas. All in all, a pretty good weekend. Of course, it came and went much to fast, and the burden of pulling together a resume after almost ten years of work was a daunting task.

Addendum: To clarify, the link to the car wreck isn't the actual wreck. The surfer is me.