There are many, many things I love about living in this part of the country, and in this city in particular. We have pretty clearly defined seasons which means I get a little bit of everything when it comes to the weather. I almost always get a hot Fourth of July and a white Christmas. I like that. There’s plenty to do here, or within a short drive of here. We have a great museum, lots of historical stuff, and we’ve got a big enough arena that big name bands actually come here now. This city has more restaurants per capita than just about anywhere else, New York city included. There are lots of parks and pretty green spaces, easy access to outdoor activities, and since we’re pretty well smack-ass in the middle of the country, it doesn’t take too terribly long to get to just about anywhere else. I love it here and I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
(I’m building the scene for you, sit down and shut up, I’m not done yet.)
I’m quite lucky that the university I work at is flexible with their hours. It’s up to my boss’s discretion when I work, just as long as I put in my 40 hours every week. Because of Josh’s schedule, and my propensity to get up at the ass crack of dawn, I work 7am – 4pm. I have one other colleague on our team who works this shift; the other folks work 8am – 5pm. I like the early shift for several reasons, namely because it gets me out of here before anyone else. This is awesome all year long because it helps me avoid traffic regardless of the condition of the roads. On the drive in I take one route and miss most of the traffic because the morning rush doesn’t really start until after 7. On the drive home I take a different route because it’s faster given that the evening rush starts between 3:30 and 4. I should point out that my commute takes about 15 – 20 minutes each way, depending of course on weather and when I can actually leave. I never bitch about my commute because I know it could be worse, a lot worse.
(The scene is set, are you ready for this kids?)
So, I love this city and I’m pretty pleased with the hours I work. My complaint (you knew there had to be one) is that people around here are FUCKING RUDE DRIVERS. Turn signals seem to be an option on vehicles and most folks didn’t want to spend the extra $5 to have them installed. Red lights, which to you and I mean STOP, to them mean FLOOR IT MOTHER FUCKER. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been 4 or 5 cars back at a particular intersection and MISSED THE GREEN because the sonofabitches in the turn lanes coming the opposite direction DON’T FUCKING PAY ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT THEIR LIGHT IS RED, RED MOTHER FUCKERS, RED.
Perhaps people are like this all over the place? I don’t think so. I’ve driven other places, lots of other places actually, and I’ve never witnessed the kind of blatant disregard for traffic laws that I see here. And it’s worse the farther west you go in this city. East of the major north/south street it’s better; west of it, you might as well put on your racing helmet and strap into your harness.
By working the hours I do I’m able to avoid some of the IGNORANT MOTHER FUCKERS, but not always. In the morning it isn’t usually as bad, but in the afternoon it’s TERRIBLE. And I’m not even driving the tiny Honda anymore, Josh drives that. I drive a Jeep Grand Cherokee, so it’s not like I’m a small vehicle. Last night on the way home I damn near got run off the road by some ASS HAT in a pedo-van who was either drunk or texting – I couldn’t tell which, but he was weaving all over the place.
That’s the other thing that gets me about driving here – people do not seem to be capable of driving and talking on their phones at the same time. WHAT THE FUCK? If you’re too easily distracted by the talkie, then FUCKING HANG UP. I have been known to text while driving (don’t judge, I bet you’ve done it too) but anymore I limit my message sending to stop lights and traffic jams. I also know that it’s not a good idea for me to try to talk on the phone while smoking while driving, so I avoid that whenever possible. The worst offenders seem to be women my age, usually with several small children in the back of their mini vans. GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE AND DRIVE, I’VE GOT PLACES TO GO BITCH. I’d be willing to bet MY ENTIRE PAYCHECK that whatever TRIVIAL FUCKING THING you’re talking about can WAIT until you get to the mall.
Oh sweet jesus, it feels kind of nice to have that off my chest…
I started a new project last night that I would love to tell you about but I can’t. It’s a surprise, and a present, and I know that dearest darling Gem-star reads this blog and she’d definitely notice this, so I can’t tell you anything about it yet. Well, yeah, maybe a little. It’s going to be beautiful, and really soft, and the colors are amazing, and I can’t wait to see her wear it. SQUEE!!! So the shawl goes on the back burner for a bit. I was getting kind of pissed off at it anyway, so it’s good for it to go in time out for a little while. Sometimes yarn needs to sit and think about what it’s done to you.
I have 7 days (counting today) left of work and then I get a week off. PRAISE CEILING CAT! I’ve got a ton of stuff to do that week, including a garage sale, but still – it is time I DON’T HAVE TO BE COOPED UP IN THIS TINY LITTLE CLOSET OF A FUCKING OFFICE WITH NO GODDAMN VENTILATION. I will be seeing dearest darling shrinky-poo and possibly dropping in on Gemma, not sure yet. Josh’s birthday and our anniversary are that week, not sure yet what I’m doing for either. They’re actually the same day. He insisted on that to lessen the possibility of him forgetting our anniversary. Given his poor memory, I figured it was alright to let him stack the deck in his favor on this one.
My mood is kind of… odd. I felt very fragile yesterday and Josh and I had to have some discussions about that. We got back to what I think feels like a good place, just have to see how long we can stay there. We cycle like this, which is oddly comforting. Every time we have an extended bad spell we manage to somehow come back together and we usually seem stronger for it. I really hope that’s the case this time. We have the kid this weekend and I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT HAVE ANY FUCKING DRAMA while she’s around. I just fucking can’t. I still have no idea what we’re going to do with her, but I know I’m going to insist on some time for me to work on my shit. She’s 9, she has toys at our house, she’ll bring her Kindle thing with her, she can fucking well entertain herself. Josh had just FUCKING WELL BETTER GET OFF HIS DEAD ASS AND TAKE CARE OF THE FUCKING BRAT OR I WILL SCREAM. I’ve reached my limit of being a babysitter to that little brat.