So Here We Go Again…

…again on another solo trip down to Los Angeles, California this time around.  I had three days of carry-over vacation to blow from last year and it had to be used up before March 31^st.  I didn’t have a choice but to take the time off and besides, I was about to lose my sanity from my miserable job.  If I had not found out that my father was going to Los Angeles to pay respects to my late grandmother, I would not have gone on this trip.  Infact, this is the sole purpose of this trip – to owe up to seeing my family as promised in November and most importantly, to pay my respects to my grandmother.

The trip itself was pretty last minute.  I hesitated at first only because my pessimism drove me to believe that return airfare from Vancouver to Los Angeles would be an arm and a leg, and yes, it was.  My father was lucky and scored himself a return flight for $400.  Whereas when I searched, I found it for $760 as the lowest fare based on the times and dates of my travel anticipated travel.  I didn’t really have a choice so I was stuck on either forking up the cash or to find an alternate method in going.  I felt that it’d be mandatory for me to go only because I didn’t get the chance to go during her funeral in November (I was in Toronto and Moncton at the time for work.)  My family was pretty disappointed but on top of that, I think it was either Karma that stuck or I was cursed for not showing up to my grandmother’s funeral.  I got raped left, right, and centre for everything I tried doing.  I lost my job, I then end up in a hell hole of a call centre environment only to be brought down to the lowest of the lows to become a customer service representative and then, the girl whom I truly had feelings for did not feel the same way and so, I lost her and everything that meant to me about her.  Last but not least, I go through 5 interviews at work only to find that I’m a fodder for another candidate they had in mind already.  Fuck.  Oh, and to add to all of this, I fail Aircare 4 times in a row only to find out it was my retarded blowoff-valve.  God Damn it.  Talk about a streak of luck, eh?

Likewise, I’m here on the train as we speak (yes, right now – 5:06pm PST Thursday, March 15, 2007.)  I’d post this right away but unfortunately, data roaming charges in the USA are worse than a mega-anal probe shoved up your ass so I’m trying to avoid that at all costs.  I’ve gone on a few times to check using my Bluetooth dongle and my Nokia 6131 but the EDGE and voice network here on Cingular is ridiculous.  It’s slow and poorly engineered.  What a shitty country and network.  But yeah, the train ride itself isn’t so bad.  I’m on the Amtrak Coast Starlight Train 11 from Seattle Union Station to Los Angeles Union Station downtown.  Nobody sat beside me for a bulk of the day but in Portland, some hippy Jesus-wannabe fucktard decided to sit beside me.  I wasn’t impressed.  He had scruffy long hair and a beard and some dirty old clothes.  He didn’t smell which is fine but like, fuck, don’t make yourself feel at home just because you’re on the train.

During the ride from Seattle to Portland, I saw some magnificent landscapes.  Rolling hills of green grass, the reflection of the blue sky, clouds and the golden Sun upon the lake, goslings with their mother duck waddling along the shores of the lake and beautiful cherry blossoms in Portland.  I could not help but admire the beauty of all of this and suddenly my weakness had grown upon me.  I couldn’t help but think of Felicia all over again.  I missed her.  And I had wished that she was here with me.  But of course, I’d only be kidding myself.  Lying to myself and throwing myself into an abyss of misery and pain all over again.  I suck at life.
I’ve got another 25 hours or so I travel before I arrive in Los Angeles.  My ass is starting to get numb and I’m starting to get hungry.  My dinner reservation isn’t until 8pm.  Damn it.  Not to mention, there aren’t any good looking ladies on this train.  But afterall, I wanted to go on the train for the experience with little to no expectations.  So far, so good.  I’ll keep you posted.

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