Thursday, January 8, 2009

The Fog

I had to work at six a.m. this morning, which makes me want to cry even though it's over and done with. The thing that bothered me the most was missing out on The Snooze. I am an expert snoozer and I snooze my alarm no less than eight times each morning. Don't worry, The Husband finds it infuriating charming.

But, on the rare occasion that I have to wake up at four in the stinkin' morning, I fear oversleeping so much that I jump out of bed, disoriented but awake. And even though I don't mind bothering The Husband with my snooze-fest each morning at a normal time, there's something about four in the morning that makes the repeated snoozing seem almost... I don't know... cruel?

Snoozing is a vicious cycle. I usually wake up fairly well to my alarm, but just sleepy enough to give in to the "ten more minutes." Except, then the alarm sounds for a second time, and now I feel almost painfully tired and am forced to snooze again. This continues until I have ten minutes to get ready for work and rush out the door.

I should really let me boss read this so he'd finally understand why I'm late Every. Single. Day.

Not really, but... close.

So, there I was. At work. At six in the morning. Desperately sucking down a Grande Skinny Caramel Latte from Starbucks and Thank God for the Starbucks inside our hotel.

It was a beautiful morning, both inside and out. Most people seemed to sleep in late, which left us blessedly free to get other important things done (like gossip) and outside the morning was looking crisp and clear.

Then the random fog rolled in. At nine a.m. It seemed to completely strangle embrace Anaheim. This is odd for us. Normally, we wake up to fog and it burns off late in the morning. It didn't stick around for long, but seemed to hover just at the edges all day.

This is probably what affected our guests. Because, along with the fog, in came The Crazies. Those guests you can't help but stare at and wonder if this is the first time they've ever stepped foot outside their front door because surely they would've learned how to communicate with people if they'd done so before.

By the way? This post has no meaning whatsoever. Just thought I should clear that up.

Finally, I was on my way home. The sun was making it's descent behind the huge, thick wall of marine layer, which sometimes becomes so huge and dark and ominous that it looks like it's taking over the city. I inevitably start thinking of this really awful movie that The Husband had flipped on one night, aptly titled The Fog.

It was about (wait for it) fog. And how the fog was trying to kill everyone. Or there were ghosts living in the fog trying to kill everybody? Whatever. The Fog was awful.

But, even though I remember it's awfulness, I also remember that it scared me just a little bit.

Because I am a scairdy cat. And this morning? I hated walking out to my car alone. At five-thirty in the morning. In the dark. And cold.

I am also terrified of bugs and scared of earthquakes. Tonight we had an earthquake (albeit a small one) and then a bug fell down The Husband's shirt sleeve as he was trying to save me from it and remove it from the ceiling above our bed.

The end.


  1. Same thing happened here. Fog rolled in after we left for work. However, we got our guns out and as we drove down the side-streets, we aimed and pulled the trigger at anything that looked suspicious.

  2. Oh, there was a Stephen King short story (The Mist) with scary fog (or mist, I guess) in it, too. What a bad day, fog, bug, and earthquake all on the same day!

  3. Earthquakes don't scare me, growing up in So Cal it's kinda just the way it goes. Kind of like the occasional foot massage right? San Diego wasn't on a fault line though, LA kinda is. What really freaks me out are all the other natural disasters, mainly tornadoes. Something about the sky opening up to suck you into it and spitting you out at some later time and point. Yeah I can't deal with them at all.You have SB in your hotel, man that rocks...

  4. How is it I can feel your pain and chuckle too? At least the bug didn't fall on You, that would have been horrible.I personally like The Fog movie - the original one with Jamie Lee Curtis and Adrienne Barbeau. It was creepy. But then I'm a big John Carpenter fan.

  5. Gayle, don't even say Stephen King to me. I think he's brilliant, but his books, movies, etc keep me awake at night. Michelle, the thing that scares me about earthquakes is that you don't know what you're getting. I hate those first few seconds when you're thinking is this an earthquake? Or just my noisy upstairs neighbors? Is this going to be a bad one? Or can I keep watching this show? It's the anticipation that makes me crazy.okiesister, you are so right! At least the bug didn't fall on me! That would have been AWFUL! And The Fog that The Husband turned on that one night was a 2005 remake. The originals are always better. I would probably watch the original movie, except... well... I'm a scairdy cat.

  6. I'd sympathize about The Fog, but I don't watch scary movies anymore. In fact, I basically can't watch any movie that's got anything heavier than puppies frolicking in the sunshine anymore. I watched Into the Wild a few weeks ago and spent two nights fretting that he died somewhat graphically. (And that's not really a spoiler. Of course he died. That whole point of the book and movie is that he died.)I am not scared of bugs except for that one place I lived where the cockroaches were, like, ten inches long.I am scared of earthquakes. And I'm highly suspicious of anyone who isn't. Michelle, you're on the list.

  7. That was a totally random and totally fun post. I've always thought it would be fun and glamorous to work in a hotel until I stayed in a hotel close to Disneyland. That's where all the crazies from the Fog hang out.

  8. Hat Chick, I thought it would be fun and glamorous, too. It's not. It's just a job. It can be fun. But it's more glamorous to stay in hotels. Except the hospitality industry doesn't pay us enough to be glamorous. I'm not bitter.