Hi, Im Bette Porter. My friends call me Bette.
I like coffee and yet cant say that I love it. The only reason I addicted to caffeine is because of my roommate.
Were in graduate school together, doing doctoral studies together, working in the same laboratory and always burning the midnight lamp. A cup of hot coffee in the winter night is inevitable.
Soon, coffee is a must for me. Well, the need for caffeine only happens when Im in the laboratory.
After graduate, I got a job in San Diego, working as an assistant analyst.
And if I keep on working hard enough, I get promoted to technical assistant analyst, then maybe to associate assistant analyst.
After that, I could be supervising assistant analyst.
Few years later, Ill be just analyst, specialist, a very special analyst specialist, super analyst specialist and so on and so on… anyway, the title ist will just stick to me forever, I guess.
Ok, is a fair paid job, benefit is fair, environment is friendly, and workload is ok. What missing is a good cup of coffee.
Ok, I admit, Im lazy. I rather quit coffee then to drag my lazy ***** to prepare myself a cup of coffee.

For my first project, I have the honor to work with UCLA. Every Thursday I take a flight from Lindbergh Field to LAX, return at the same day after my progressing report meeting at UCLA.
Why all the trouble? First, I still need to work the next day. Second and the most important reason, Im not used to the hectic life style in LA.
I realized that in San Diego, my walking pace is 95 steps per every minute. When Im LA, it will increase to 112 steps.

On one of that LA rainy day, I finished up my progressing report meeting UCLA, take a cab, and rush to LAX. Then I realized I left my working report at UCLA.
I left LAX, take another cab rush back to UCLA. Well, the meeting room was lock. I wait and waited for the genitor to open the door for me.
Finally, the door open and I get my working report and I feel release.
Well, I guess the sky also feel the same as I do, because the rain just start pouring down likes a big bucket of water.
I know there are no connection between time and rain but as you all know, traffic is bad in LA, especially on rainy day.
What Im trying to say here is, and is such an unfortunate thing, I miss my flight. Yes, is the last flight out from LA.