Random Thoughts of the Day (06/07/11)
98F. Thats the temperature it’s supposed to be tomorrow, in addition to a few “scattered” thunderstorms (aka humidity). I put scattered in quotation marks, because really, all that ever means is that they don’t even have the slightest clue if, when, or where it’s going to rain. Bad enough I have to sit in traffic for a few hours, but now I have to do so feeling like I’m living in a bubble that is my car. More rain for a at least 5 days after that too. Looks like no riding for me any time soon.
Work is started to get under my skin. Traffic on I95 is horrible during the rush hour commute. In an attempt to avoid this, I’ve been wanting to come in early and leave early, as some others do. I’d miss the traffic and get back home in time to get a bit out use out of my day. Despite my best efforts though, and promises galore to implement this new schedule ”soon,” I’ve got nothing. Not really ok with that. In a somewhat related note, security (if you can even call them that) apparently doesn’t believe my handicap sticker is real, but instead “printed online,” as I found out today through my boss. He overheard some conversation by my car today, I assume while he was out having a smoke. As much as it would suck to have my car towed, I’m not sure I’d enjoy anything more then suing the living hell out of those bastards for damages and inconvenience. People should mind their own business and let people do as they will. Karma will screw with them far worse than you’ll ever be able to.
It seems when the warm weather comes out, so do all the drunks. I don’t get it. I mean, what is with people and drinking? I understand coming home, having a nice glass of wine with dinner, or just to relax with. That’s fine. Alcohol calms the nerves a bit and eases peoples tensions. What I don’t understand is people drinking into oblivion. Is your life THAT horrible that you have to actively try to forget it? Are you literally unable to have fun without help? It’s one thing if you have the money and waist line for it, but it seems every drunk I meet is poor and overweight. At least do shots instead of pounding back the watered down pee known as beer.

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