So happy you are here.
I wouldn’t even mind being a DMV employee. Sure, I wouldn’t get paid, but furlough Friday sounds not so bad.
Oh, and also, rain, rain, go away. Unless you live in Bolinas. Then bring a gully washer.
Mainly. I’m happy for the weekend. Happy Friday to you, wherever you are.
First of all, to all the good folks, including both mom and mom-in-law, who are concerned about the posts related to my troubles at work, thank you for being concerned. This week has turned out a bit better.
Also, I got paid today, and that always helps improve the outlook.
I imagine I’ll survive this. Or I won’t. Either way, the sun will come up again tomorrow and I’ll have to face another day. And I’ll have to face myself in the mirror. The way I do that is by knowing I did my best, worked my hardest and did so with humility.
Onward.
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Next…thanks to the gentleman driving the Explorer in the lane next to me on Wednesday morning. I was running late for work (overslept the alarm, snarf!) and I was, yes, speeding. But so were you. Thanks to your slower response time, I was able to take my foot off the gas first, you shot past me, and that nice CHP officer paid you a visit instead of me.
Whew. I have two months left on the eighteen months since my last ticket (you can only mask one traffic violation every 18 months), so you really saved me there!
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Don’t know if you are experiencing the same thing where you’re at, but to me, it’s like everyone in society is moving along in a fog. Making bonehead moves on the road. Bumping into me at the grocery. Looking at me blankly when I ask a question.
So, a nod to The Good Man for best summing up society’s recent weirdness:
(paraphrased)
“We had the buildup from the campaign, then the excitement of the election, anticipation of the new president and then finally the climax of the inauguration. It’s like the whole country just needs a cigarette.”
And a salty snack.
Indeed.
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Speaking of salty snacks…am I going to be the only person in the US not watching the Superbowl this weekend?
Because, really, Pittsburgh vs Arizona?
Sure, I know that AZ is the Cinderella story. Whatever. I could care less.
And Pittsburgh. Do we really need to see them win again?
I might whip up a batch of salty snacks, however, and watch Season 2 of The Muppet Show. I found it at the library and it’s providing much singing along and childish giggles from TGM and me.
Best thing to watch after a rough day at work, I’ll tell you THAT.
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Or maybe I should just have a cheese sandwich.
Been watching cheese sandwich-gate in the ABQjournal with interest. Oh Fair New Mexico, you still do scandal in a fun way.
Love it. And from what I’m reading, the press coverage has brought in quite a bit of the delinquent money! Nice.
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Lastly, the weather is messin’ with my head. Sunny and 70’s. Rainy and cold. Then just clear and cold. And today, back to the 70’s.
Mother Nature, you are FREAKING me out, maaahn.
But I’m not complaining about the sun. I’ll take it.
That is all.
Happy Weekend!
This morning, driving to work, I saw many of my fellow Californians doing something odd…strange…weird….and yet, it felt vaguely familiar.
Yes, I passed the residential roads of my neighborhood and saw my fellow citizens by their cars…behaving oddly.
Some were using credit cards.
Others slapping with a newspaper.
One using just his bare hands.
All looked out of place.
Seems we had some low temps last night and these poor Californians were having to actually scrape the frost off their windshields.
I was never so happy for being able to park my car in the garage!
Oh I have scraped many a windshield in my day. Oh yes indeed.
I *hate* it.
Living in mile high Albuquerque, it was even worse when it snowed. So you’d brush off the snow, and THEN have to tackle the frost. Usually in my nice work clothes and high heels…in the wet and the mud. Boo!
Here, I don’t even own an ice scraper. I threw it away somewhere around year 2 post move. Don’t need it.
Clearly, no one else around here owns one either. The guy slapping his window with a newspaper gave me the most giggles. Beating the ice into submission? That is SO not going to work.
Thankfully it was a light frost and really, just starting up the car and getting the defroster going for several minutes would probably clear it up.
But the perplexed looks and utter consternation. That was good comedy as I sailed by in my warm, garage parked Jeep.
From eHow.com, the appropriate way to handle a four way stop. Emphasis added is mine.
Note that nowhere in that discussion does it say that if you drive a big Mercedes SUV, that means you get ahead of anyone, anytime.
It also doesn’t say that if you come screaming up to the four-way stop at an excessive speed, barely touch the brakes, and then hit the gas, you get to go first.
I don’t care how busy you are. Or rich. Or good-looking. Or that your car is nicer than mine. Mine is paid off. And I don’t mind rolling that hoopty patched up with bailing wire and duct tape. Bite me.
This message brought to you by my frustrating morning commute.
(no, I didn’t get in an accident, but it was close. Thank goodness for that brake job I got last week.)
Today was a particularly tough day for me to roll out of bed with the alarm and come to work.
I didn’t sleep well last night due mainly to the crazed feline. I have a friend who has a theory that occasionally the cat brain will release some hormone that is akin to kitty crack, which then is the reason for the dilated eyes and tendency to gallop around the house making crazed movements.
If that is true, then my personal feline got deep into the kitty crack at about 3:30 in the ayem, and is, today, my least favorite person in the world.
Sleepy eyed, I ventured out onto the highway to make my way into my place of employment. I was heartened to see the sun slanting over the hills with the promise of a really warm day. This never fails to cheer me.
But that smile turned into a snarl when I made the merge and found myself rolling behind this.
Click for full size if you can’t make it out. If you can make it out, what you see there is a Forerunner with two surfboards sticking out the back.
Dude driving and his long-haired blond lady in the passenger seat are headed, I assume, to Pacifica for a nice day of surfing.
While I drive to work to sit under florescent lights all day and literally watch my muscles lose their elasticity. In a building located in what is considered one of the most foggy and windy areas of the Bay Area.
And this is fair how?