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Day #129 - Frigging 2020
Jul. 23rd, 2020 06:18 pmSo...too hot to really walk, too hot to do laundry, and I was in dire need of a rage/panic walk. I walked around the neighborhood, came back took a cold shower (because I could not stop sweating - it was like walking through a steam bath and I was having a rage induced hot flash), then washed a few of my clothes in the sink, which require hang drying anyhow.
Didn't take a longer walk - because I knew it was going to storm at any moment - could see the storm clouds hanging in the sky. Also, I get edgy when it's about to storm.
The workmen were banging about next door again. And they rarely wore masks outside in the hall. When I was leaving my apartment at lunch time to take out the trash and pick up my imperfect foods grocery box, they were out in the hallway, mask hanging about their chins. I turned my back on them to ensure my safety. I'd missed my mother's call - because I'd watched the governor and ran those two errands. So gave her a brief call at 1PM, was off in about two minutes. I thought I had time - I thought that it had been rescheduled for 1:30PM. Turned out I was wrong. Cubicle mate sent me a quick email telling me about the meeting. Thank god. So I jumped into it - five minutes late and missed boss's introductory spiel - which was vital information. I wish he would leave that to the end, I really don't care what my co-workers are working on.
Crazy Workplace vs. Union
The picture above has to do with what happened at the meeting.
( yes, my workplace is trying to kill me again )
Only a few people will pick up on the joke in this picture. If you do, keep it to yourself or message me.
I am thinking more and more of hightailing it out of here next year and moving upstate. Finding a job. Buying a bike. Killing myself the old fashioned way - by driving. Most likely a pipe dream.
Struggling with my faith in the Universe right now, folks. I'm trying to be optimistic, but the bad news keeps coming. And the world it seems out of balance. I know people who are having lovely summers wandering about beaches, state parks, mountains, and not working at all. I'm working hard and ...
The world isn't fair, is it? Don't answer that, rhetorical question.
Sorry, my mind is fuzzy. And I'm not in a charitable or pleasant mood. No flowers or pretty cheery things. All I want to do is scream at the universe...but instead I find myself crouched down and looking speculatively at tombstones.
Didn't take a longer walk - because I knew it was going to storm at any moment - could see the storm clouds hanging in the sky. Also, I get edgy when it's about to storm.
The workmen were banging about next door again. And they rarely wore masks outside in the hall. When I was leaving my apartment at lunch time to take out the trash and pick up my imperfect foods grocery box, they were out in the hallway, mask hanging about their chins. I turned my back on them to ensure my safety. I'd missed my mother's call - because I'd watched the governor and ran those two errands. So gave her a brief call at 1PM, was off in about two minutes. I thought I had time - I thought that it had been rescheduled for 1:30PM. Turned out I was wrong. Cubicle mate sent me a quick email telling me about the meeting. Thank god. So I jumped into it - five minutes late and missed boss's introductory spiel - which was vital information. I wish he would leave that to the end, I really don't care what my co-workers are working on.
Crazy Workplace vs. Union
The picture above has to do with what happened at the meeting.
( yes, my workplace is trying to kill me again )
Only a few people will pick up on the joke in this picture. If you do, keep it to yourself or message me.
I am thinking more and more of hightailing it out of here next year and moving upstate. Finding a job. Buying a bike. Killing myself the old fashioned way - by driving. Most likely a pipe dream.
Struggling with my faith in the Universe right now, folks. I'm trying to be optimistic, but the bad news keeps coming. And the world it seems out of balance. I know people who are having lovely summers wandering about beaches, state parks, mountains, and not working at all. I'm working hard and ...
The world isn't fair, is it? Don't answer that, rhetorical question.
Sorry, my mind is fuzzy. And I'm not in a charitable or pleasant mood. No flowers or pretty cheery things. All I want to do is scream at the universe...but instead I find myself crouched down and looking speculatively at tombstones.
