Dayside... How I Loathe Thee...

I really hate working dayside.

Twas 8:15 AM. I'd been up for a few hours since I try to keep my sleeping schedule consistant even on my days off.

My Nextel chirps at me. It's the assignment manager. They need someone to come in and shoot a couple of sports stories. I agree and I plan on arriving at 11:30.

The details of my day are yet to come, but I just wanted to share with you the reasons why I hate working during the day.

#1 Traffic

It took me 34 minutes to get to work. It's a five mile drive with two turns. Both roads are 6 lanes wide (Desert Inn is even 8 lanes for a bit!). Yet somehow traffic manages to sit for hours on end. If anyone is looking for a reason NOT to move to Las Vegas, it's the traffic.

People tell me that it's not as bad as other places, but I really don't care. Traffic here sucks and the drivers are the most rude, assholish people on the planet. Most of the people here are from Southern California. I am beginning to see a motive for the freeway shootings.

#2 No Vehicles

I don't have my own car, so when I come in I have to either take a live truck, or someone elses car. Today I had to take someone elses car. I don't know whos, but it did smell nice.

#3 People

The newsroom was full. Full of people. Lots of managers. No managers at night.

More people walking around outside as well. On the Strip you have a lot of people walking around 24/7. I'm used to the drunk tourists. But in the rest of Vegas (or Dirty Hidden Vegas ((DHV)) as I call it) you just have idiots who think don't walk means everyone but them, get mad at you when they dart out in front of you and you honk at them, and weigh 522 pounds yet STILL wear a halter top. Jesus Christ people. I am a big fat ass, but you don't see me running around with my gut and ass cheeks hanging out. Good Lord!!!

#4 Sunlight

Oh how I hate the sun. If Mr. Burns ever wants to build a sunblocker here, I will gladly assist him.

Damn ball of fire and plasma.

Anyway, now that I have complained enough, I will leave you with this photo to tease the story of my first ever PreFight Night experience.

You know, I always thought his hair was a computer generated effect. Apparently it's not. ((Shiver!))