Tag: driving

If you’re a commuter like me, chances are you keep a bottle of antacid in your ride’s glove compartment because, let’s face it, driving in Southern California is about as relaxing as running down the slope of an erupting volcano while covered in fire ants and being shot at.

This Monday morning started out like any other Monday morning at Casa de Anderson: Your cantankerous author rolled out of bed, put on his robe and parked his posterior at the breakfast table to eat the first meal of the day and watch the KTLA Morning News.

This past summer was great for several reasons. I took a paid-internship with LA Opera and learned more about my anticipated profession as an arts administrator. For the first time since grammar school, I chose not to take courses during my break. And finally, I delved into the world of public transportation.

We are a nation of multi-taskers. In the ideal world, most would have enough time for everything. But time is intangible. Hours not spent are wasted, never to be used again like minutes that do not “rollover.”

I am not even exactly sure how it happened. I just strolled into the big, impressive building to take a look around. I was not sure what I wanted, but I was pretty convinced that I did not want anything to tie me down for the next five to six years.

Tired of sitting in traffic waiting for the light to turn from red to green? Tired of having to stomp on the brakes just seconds after you realize you cannot beat the yellow light?