Burbank, Burgers, and Blessings

By now you've probably heard I survived the flight and am safe here in Thousand Oaks, CA. The connecting plane from Phoenix to Burbank was small so we didn't careen off the runway, which is a plus. I didn't care for the smaill plan experience though. It feels like a tin can bouncing around in the atmosphere. I got to the hotel around Midnight eastern time. I had to knock out some prep work for the workday and then just collapsed, from what I guess was fatigue.

The work day:

I was up at 4:00 WCT, which even though I know is 7:00 to me, just the fact that the clock reads 4:00 in the a.m is unnatural. It works though, because I would not want to face rush hour traffic on Ventura Boulevard head into L.A. The traffic is as aggressive as expected, and I feel a little like Brooks from Shawshank when I'm white-knuckling the wheel during merges.

For those who don't know, I was kind of thrown into this project hastily because the project manager slated for it quit without notice. I'm working a set I've never done before in a venue in which I've never been trained (Albertsons grocery). To say I have a little anxiety is like saying Frank Sinatra had a flirtatious side. But when I arrived, I had a great temp working with me, she had done a few of these sets and knew the in and outs. She had experience with the store's system and knew the managers I needed to engage to get the best results. Her name? Wait for it...Blessing. Her name was Blessing. I'm not kidding. We knocked the set out in 6 hours and she even gave me directions to a nearby In N Out Burger, one of my points of interest on the trip.

After Blessing and I had a tear-soaked goodbye I headed back to the hotel. The only other event on the docket for today was rest. So hopefully, that will happen.

Here's a question for you: If I was making a California playlist for my ipod, what are the essential tracks? Limit 3 per guesser.