The Big One

Last month was eventful. I started a new job (after nearly 4 years with COMSYS), got to hold my best friends baby, and saw the first show of Bon Jovi's (how is Jon 48??)new tour. The concert fell on the last day with COMSYS, which was bitter sweet. My then manger took me out to lunch then I was able to enjoy the show with Danielle, despite the interesting characters we had to put up with. The first was a pimply faced drunk who was hitting on us and talking WHILE the opening act was playing, the obvious mail-order-bride from who knows where with her 70 something husband, and then obnoxious folks who think it's necessary to be as loud as they can. One lady, sporting major muffin top and whom I assume to be her daughter with her (texting,embarrassingly hiding from her mom), kept shouting literally every two minutes, "TAKE IT OFF!" I think that constitutes as child abuse myself...The other was this man who would whistle (and kept whistling) so loud I thought our ears were going to bleed and would scream "RICHIE!!!!!!!"as if Sambora could hear him...I really hate people sometimes.

Now it's March and well, although I have much to celebrate I can't say I am completely worry free. I have always been a worrywart. During the time Armageddon and Deep Impact (hehe name still makes me laugh) were out, I was afraid of asteroids and comets hitting the earth. I’ve always been afraid of disease, especially cancer. One thing I’d managed to shove in the back of my mind is that I live in an area that is, sometime in the future (near, perhaps) going to have a catastrophic mega quake. Yes, MEGA-FUCKING-QUAKE. You know when they use mega, it ain’t something to fuck with. With Haiti, it was easy to dismiss since it was so far away, but then Chile, then Turkey, then Chile again. There’s obviously some major movement occurring, and I can’t help but wonder if some how the Pacific Northwest’s doom is eminent. I hope not.