cynicism for the light headed and easily amused
Hey! I've had a stupid day. I've had a stupid life, really, but in the interest of time I'll just talk about today. This is long and only minimally amusing.
To start things off, I got almost no sleep last night - bad idea, considering I had to be awake and perky early this morning. When I woke up from the sleep I did manage to acquire, I realized I was running way late and rushed out the door.
Now, as always happens when you are in a hurry, everything and everyone did their best to keep me from my destination (which was gainesville, for those who are interested). There must have been a memo recieved by all the drivers on the road with me, I swear. I have never experienced such deliberately slow driving in my life. Besides the drivers, there were other obstacles: construction looming at every intersection, wooden crates jumping off of trucks (aiming right for me). At one point, an orange barrel literally planted itself directly in front of me.
To add to the already hell-ish situation, what better than rain? Not just any rain, no - torrential winds and rain drops the size of water balloons. We all know that Florida drivers and rain just don't mix, so the bad driving got worse. It was like they were handing out licenses to the junior high-ers and the 7th graders got in line first.
It was a free for all. It was total and utter chaos. It was Floridians driving in the rain.
Me, being me, thought I could outsmart them and decided on a game plan, simple but effective: pick them off one by one. So I began systematically passing cars, first one by one, then in droves. They were everywhere! Finally, I pass almost all of the cars, I'm thinking I'm pretty clever and preparing to execute another passing maneuver, when from the corner of my eye I see the man behind me. Lights flashing, siren going, the whole she-bang (at this point I was in starke, an aptly named god-forsaken town). I was being pulled over. Brought down. Caught. Busted. Fuzzed. Me. ME! I don't get caught. I guess I'm not a superior being like I thought; I'm just one of you mortals.
So I get a ticket, and now I'm really running late. I'm thinking "This better be worth it..." and when I finally found the reitz union and parked, I was already about a half hour behind. THEN I go see this woman and she is pretty much useless to me. She wanted me to set up an appointment with someone else, but I declined. No way I'm doing that again.
Now I'm printing out my "resume" (which we've gone over previously) and references and a cover letter and blahblahblah to bring with me to my interview tomorrow.
What is this 'life with purpose' crap anyway?
Lets move to the beach and sell coconuts with straws in them.
To start things off, I got almost no sleep last night - bad idea, considering I had to be awake and perky early this morning. When I woke up from the sleep I did manage to acquire, I realized I was running way late and rushed out the door.
Now, as always happens when you are in a hurry, everything and everyone did their best to keep me from my destination (which was gainesville, for those who are interested). There must have been a memo recieved by all the drivers on the road with me, I swear. I have never experienced such deliberately slow driving in my life. Besides the drivers, there were other obstacles: construction looming at every intersection, wooden crates jumping off of trucks (aiming right for me). At one point, an orange barrel literally planted itself directly in front of me.
To add to the already hell-ish situation, what better than rain? Not just any rain, no - torrential winds and rain drops the size of water balloons. We all know that Florida drivers and rain just don't mix, so the bad driving got worse. It was like they were handing out licenses to the junior high-ers and the 7th graders got in line first.
It was a free for all. It was total and utter chaos. It was Floridians driving in the rain.
Me, being me, thought I could outsmart them and decided on a game plan, simple but effective: pick them off one by one. So I began systematically passing cars, first one by one, then in droves. They were everywhere! Finally, I pass almost all of the cars, I'm thinking I'm pretty clever and preparing to execute another passing maneuver, when from the corner of my eye I see the man behind me. Lights flashing, siren going, the whole she-bang (at this point I was in starke, an aptly named god-forsaken town). I was being pulled over. Brought down. Caught. Busted. Fuzzed. Me. ME! I don't get caught. I guess I'm not a superior being like I thought; I'm just one of you mortals.
So I get a ticket, and now I'm really running late. I'm thinking "This better be worth it..." and when I finally found the reitz union and parked, I was already about a half hour behind. THEN I go see this woman and she is pretty much useless to me. She wanted me to set up an appointment with someone else, but I declined. No way I'm doing that again.
Now I'm printing out my "resume" (which we've gone over previously) and references and a cover letter and blahblahblah to bring with me to my interview tomorrow.
What is this 'life with purpose' crap anyway?
Lets move to the beach and sell coconuts with straws in them.