The Phoenix trip, day 4

Woke up. Stuffed two or three muffins (OK, four of the too-small muffins) and a couple glasses of OJ down the gullet before heading over to work. Spent all the good daylight hours bending the systems to our wills. Got hung up on something stupid… the login scripts.

See, the PC users have mapped drives that automatically mount at bootup. The new server needed the same thing, but the sample scripts (two of ‘em) we retooled off the interweb both failed. After struggling entirely too long with this problem, I gave Brian a call and he quickly pointed us in the right direction and saved the day from dragging into evening and pissing us all off. Thanks Brian! Watch your e-mail for a special thank you from the company.

By the time we finished it was pretty much sundown and I opted to skip a run, plus I was still a might tired from yesterday’s run in ridiculously dry heat. It took me about 20 hours and finally some ibuprofen to kick the dehydration headache that was clinging to me like a facehugger. All the Arizona Green Teas I sucked down did little to refill my tank. (Good thing the company has a cooler filled with drinks for just 25 cents otherwise I would have had to hit the ATM.)

When we left the office we scattered like roaches exposed to light and I thought of getting another delicious philly cheese steak sub from Corleone’s, but alas, they were closed. The nerve. Deprived of a sub. Bastards. So I drove around a little and settled on Chipotle’s for a couple hard shell tacos with chips and salsa. The tacos were good, but the salsa… meh. And the chips… holy schnikes they were salty! It was like dragging my tongue across the Utah salt flats and taking a break every couple feet to have a chip. I could feel my heart rate rising just sitting there reading my book and choking down these sorry triangular chips. I’m sorry, but if I’m going to make my heart rate accelerate, it’s going to be for a better reason than just eating raw salt—like a good morning workout or an afternoon 100 mile ride.

After being inundated by salt, I was craving something sweet. Where was that Cold Stone? Oh yeah, just around the corner. I get some sort of German sounding chocolate concoction in a chocolate dipped waffle bowl. Again… meh. Pretty good, but not good enough for me to get again. Certainly not good enough to get again for nearly eight years… like a certain Roma’s sub. Mmmm, Roma’s…

Here’s another sunset shot…

And a shot I don’t particularly like of myself running (with my monster nose, unshaved face and weak chin), but it’s all I took.

Monday, March 19th, 2007 Random Thoughts, Travel

3 Comments to The Phoenix trip, day 4

Great pic and hahaah the salty chips, good description, man I could almost taste them!!
But okay I am confuse, Are you in Arizona or NY?? How can you be in Arizona and at Kellie’s for supper hahahaha, Oh yeah you must run from state to state right??? You have to fill me in on where the heck you are!!!

Sherry on March 20th, 2007

You must be tired!!! And having a headache for that long…are you sure it was from dehydration?? Maybe your getting sick?? The sunrise it absolutely beautiful!! Now if your seeing that..why the heck aren’t I?? I’m not that far from you! haha Good thing you skipped the run tonight…IT”S COLD OUT!! Well here anyway..the next couple days though they are calling for 50’s 60’s….BRING IT ON!