Dear Lord, I am hating the commute to the new office.  It’s anywhere from 40-50 minutes each way, depending on traffic, and a good portion of that is spent either sitting there going nowhere or moving at the increasingly aggravating speed of somewhere south of 20 mph.  And once I get to the office, there’s a chance that there may not be parking available for me — the building lot doesn’t have enough room for everyone’s car, so they stationed a building attendant at the top of the garage, and if you come in too late, they’ll take your car and basically park it wherever they please when something opens up.  For someone who absolutely hates valet or turning over my car to anyone, it’s almost enough of an incentive for me to get my ass out of bed a little earlier in order to make sure I get a spot.  Plus, there’s not much in terms of places to eat around here — it’s been a little bad since I am trying to kind of watch what I eat, but the closest places are a 7-11, Fatburger, Burger King, Bob’s Big Boy and Numero Uno.

I will admit that the view from the giant picture window behind my monitor is amazing.  For those of you familiar with L.A., I look out on Hancock Park, and my completely unobstructed view stretches from Park LaBrea immediately to the west all across the Hollywood Hills with downtown Hollywood right in front of me.  I can see the Hollywood sign directly in front of me, and Griffith Observatory is off to the right.  I keep forgetting to bring in my camera.

In other news, earlier this week, I got one of the most creative excuses postponing a dinner ever.  I was supposed to meet up with a friend for dinner on Tuesday night, but he called and asked if we could reschedule for tonight because he didn’t have any pants.  Excuse me?  My friend lives down in Irvine, but is doing a rotation up at Children’s Hospital here in Los Angeles, and he’d gone home the previous night — when he drove back in the morning, he was wearing scrubs and didn’t have any actual pants with him.  With that kind of excuse, how could I not give him a break?