Radiation Schmadiation

So, the toxic plume is going to pass over us soon in California thanks to the earthquake/tsunami/quasi nuclear meltdown. Most everyone I know in California doesn't care. Things are business as usual. Californians are going about their business, getting their double nonfat sugarfree vanilla lattes at starbucks, picking up their dry cleaning, texting on their cell phones while driving, living in blissful ignorance. Won't they be surprised when they wake up tomorrow morning looking like this.

Well, I'm happy to stay that I am standing on the front lines with my fellow coastal dwellers to withstand the nuclear bombardment that is to come. Last night I tried to plea for time off at work, stating to the CEO of  our multibillion dollar corporation (who was conveniently visiting the restaurant last night) that I feared for my health as well as for the health of my fellow coworkers. I insinuated that possibly he should consider the financial repercussions of coercing cocktail waitresses to slave away on the eve of a nuclear holocaust. He laughed heartily, and believed I was kidding. When I brought it up again to my manager, he looked at me like,  "Really, Anna, enough is enough." Ah, well. When you're goofy and sarcastic all the time, people tend to put everything you says into the category labeled "POSSIBLY BULLSHIT". Then, when you need it the most, it is difficult to get people to take you seriously. You probably are asking yourself if you should take me seriously now.

The only person I know who will escape the horror is my dear, dear friend who hightailed it for Texas on Tuesday. He asked me to come along, but due to the above circumstances and my reluctance to back down from a fight--yes, even a fight with Plutonium-- I had to decline. Plus, Texas is only for steers and queers. (I'm kidding, I'm kidding, sheesh.)

So, I will forge on in the California sun, and am even going to run the LA HONDA MARATHON on Sunday. This will be awesome, and I want to at least place in the top ten for my division. I know this seems like a silly thing to shoot for when life is teetering in the balance, but what can I say? I live on the edge.