the Phoenix-Mesa-Tempe axis is Death's metropolitan area.
Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport is unnecessarily labyrinthine. It contains exits on both the “south” and “north” sides of its terminals, making the picking up of passengers a question of which side you are on when you exit. It’s confusing enough to get locals lost.
The skyline is disorienting. If you have any sort of internal compass, you’ll lose it here. The horizon is disarmingly similar, so much so one realizes why streetlight signs contain the direction and block numbers on them. This is the metro area GPS was designed for.
The city center of Phoenix is fine enough, but I spent very little time there. I was on the outskirts, and the outskirts are all about retirees and snowbirds. It’s mobile homes, manufactured homes, and carpeted bathrooms.
"Dry heat’ does not begin to describe Arizona’s climate. Even when it is pleasantly 80s in the metro area, it is so arid you can feel your body scream for moisture. It demands to be bathed in lotion to make the hurting and the agony cease. I’m fairly sure I lost an entire layer of skin on my feet. Water bottles are kept at one’s hip at all times.
The emptiness extends to a disturbingly high number of vacant strip malls from the real estate bust. We drove past at least three strip malls consisting of half a city block that appeared to have vacancies in at least 60% of the space available. Removed sign letters, locked up gates, “FOR LEASE” or “OFFICE SPACE FOR RENT” banners in huge print abound.
Houses are deceptively large. If you are used to stories representing size, the Phoenix area will surprise you. Because of the heat, no one wants a second story. Part of why the area is so spread out is in order to avoid any excess heat despite the fact that every home is air conditioned.
It does have In-N-Out, so it’s got that going for it.
at this point it's safe to say I give negative fucks, which means many people owe me fucks with which I can give.
So I am in the midst of a three-day weekend (make-up day for working Labor Day!) and it’s about time this arrived, because I went in pissed off. Punctuality is one of the virtues I hold dear. I don’t like being late and I don’t appreciate chronic tardiness in others. I work overnights. My time is valuable because I have to work harder on managing it.
So I’m waiting in the conference room for a mandatory station meeting and it starts 35 minutes late and then proceeds to run nearly 2 hours. So I’m done at 11:45 am and I’ve been awake for 18 hours (I’m exhausted). I’m seething and rush out to eat something to be less angry. Ugh.