Early Bird

My day started at 6:30. That sentence is painful to type, yet true. This morning was the perfect storm of miscommunication. I, without looking at my schedule, convinced myself that I was supposed to be at work at 8. I dragged my tired ass out of bed at 6:30 on the dot, took a power shower, brewed some french roast, and jumped in the car. I've never done the morning commute to Chula Vista, so I gave myself a full hour, wanting to make a good impression on my second day as the regional rep for Coach. It only took me about 20  minutes, so I grabbed a breakfast wrap and set up shop at Starbucks. I decided to go through my binder, seeing if I had forgotten to bring anything, and realized I was scheduled at 9. Great.

I checked my various emails, blog stats, and stumbled the hour and a half away. By the time i pried my eyes off the inspirational quotes of the day I realized it was 9:30, and I was still sitting alone at Starbucks. I double checked my schedule and decided to call my boss.

Apparently we are birds of a feather who have the wrong time together. She thought we were meeting at 10. So now I find myself in my second hour at Starbucks, getting dirty looks from the baristas, and pretending to be interested in some after coffee mints.

What better a time to blog than the present?

Ill start with a little summary of what has been going on in my life in the past week or so.

I am starting to see the light at the end of the midterm tunnel. One more tomorrow than I have one worry free week. Yey! I started a new job for Coach on Monday which I am really excited about. I am the temporary Regional Rep for San Diego, which entails a lot of time at Macy's, Bloomingdales, and Nordstrom's, making displays beautiful and a whole lot of that new purse smell. Ahhh the aroma of fine leather in the morning.

So now I either have school, Coach, or the Fishery every day. Its alot, but I keep reminding myself that Europe is fast approaching, and I have expensive taste in baguettes.

I think I have to make a purchase or these shifty eyed baristas might call mall security. Ta Ta for now

My name is jade, and I am a docu-drama addict

In the last couple weeks I have been having a not so secret relationship with netflix. We go to bed together, I spend an hour being entertained and we fall asleep next to each other. Who needs a man when I can stream docu-dramas about localized farming, the future of design, and capitalism conspiracies? 

I am also in the midst of finishing up my Environment and Society minor, and the amount of documentaries we see in class is enough to make Michael Moore beg for a different genre. But I, for some reason, cannot get enough.

Due in large part to my recent docu-craze, tonight I found myself sitting in the auditorium of a prep school in La Jolla chatting with Megan as we waited for a documentary screening to start. I had battled the rain, taking a wrong turn as I ran from parking lot and now sat, my wet jeans clinging to my shivering legs.

The film was called Carbon Nation. I didn't know what it was about exactly, but judging from the title alone, I felt pretty confident I would be nodding along for the next two hours. I have these moments in my environment and culture class that, mid movie, I find myself enthusiastically nodding and adding commentary. Thoroughly embarrassed I usually spend the rest of the class looking around pretending that I, like everyone else sitting near me, am turning to see who had really screamed "amen!". Sometimes I'll even through in a convincing eye roll if anyone around makes me makes eye contact.

Tonight it seemed I could have said about four or five "Amens!" and I would have been the quietest commentator in the room. The pack of fourteen year olds behind us kept making farting noises whenever  someone in the film would start speaking. Classic.
I wasn't even bothered, and secretly wished they were enrolled in my environment and culture class.

The documentary seemed to pick up where an inconvenient truth left off, taking a tone of hope for the future, and outlining ways we can stop the carbon crisis before we hit the rubicon. The point of no return. 

It outlined clean energy models that are at work in different places all over the United States and attempted to foreshadow how, if implemented on a large scale, might contribute to the 16 tera watts of energy we consume on a daily basis. 

It had a recurring theme of father son relationships. Most of the major characters in the film had a seed planted in their heads by their father, or we looking towards a future for their sons generation. A Carbon movie with heart, who'd have thunk it.