Wow. I’m sitting in Atlanta drinking my “tall extra-hot hazelnut latte” (of which the response was big eyes and a “What?!” followed by my repetition of the simple monologue, to which the sing-song reply was “You realize a tall is a small, right?” I simply smiled and replied “That’s fine.” Really? Who cares. Tall=12oz. Everyone knows that!) and I’m looking around, and THERE IS NO RECYCLING. In an AIRPORT. WHAT!? Seriously? This is Atlanta, right? Big city? I can’t believe it! (By the way, this latte tastes horrible. Its Seattle’s Best. There isn’t a Starbucks in every terminal; Toto, I don’t think we’re in Seattle anymore!)
I think I slept about an hour or so on our 5 hour flight. Ok, maybe more, but not that much. I didn’t sleep at all for the first three hours. But I started a great book, and I read nearly the entire Men’s Health Magazine that Vardah gave me. (Yes Vardah, there was a whole article on Ewan). But now I have had my coffee, and a bagel, and I’m awake. Though, honestly, I think the greatest factor for that is that the sun is up. While on the plane, I realized that I’m going south, so I won’t be getting the sun until 9pm anymore. L Anyway. I have to wait about another hour before we board.
I’m sorry… CNN is on. They just said that Six Flags is going to file for bankruptcy, but the CEO says Don’t Worry, operations should be fine this summer, and there shouldn’t be any job cuts either. WHAT!? I’m so sick and tired of the abuse. If you are bankrupt, you are BANRUPT. That means you can’t function anymore. You can’t run your business. I know that I’m not a Business Major, (heaven forbid), but this all seems ridiculous and frivolous and ridiculous.
I’m going to stop before I stick my foot further in my mouth.
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