Makin' Like Cain(e)
Horrid Day Yesterday...
-The street with the parking garage entrance and exits was being resurfaced, so I couldn't drive to work. There's nowhere free to park in that part of town.
-The General Moron and his boss were were at the store on New Release day, meaning any work I had to do was interrupted regularly.
-My packet of cookies from the vending machine was missing one
-The cafe has no workers left who can make a decent cup of coffee (I'm no connoisseur, but how can a you screw up a carafe of brew? Uh, lots of grounds in the bottom of my cup, a burnt and syrupy texture, and... is that cleanser I taste?)
-My lunch hour scheduled with Raspy the Butt Wonder
-I took too long to refill my prepaid phone, so it switched off service w/o telling me, so I had to deal with Virgin Mobile's customer service. They're nice, but this was a really bad time for me to be stranded without service.
- I didn't get a text to The Hub until he was on the other side of town. He sent a text: Could I bus home? I sent one back: Sure. I could bus home.
I was so angry/upset/vexed/frustrated, I started walking. I wasn't sure I had 75 cents in my pocket and didn't want to check. I wanted everything to have gone differently. My mind cranked up and started that horrible back and forth pacing while I figured out if I wanted to cry or not. I started walking, figuring that I'd work my upset feelings out until I got tired enough to check for change and grab a bus the rest of the way home.
I got tired, but kept trudging along, kept walking. I wouldn't have tried it in my Converses, but the trek was tolerable in my Mizunos until the last mile or so. I hate having flat feet. Strange random pressure spots. Just about 7.5 miles. Took about 90 minutes. I got a text from The Hub: Was I still on a bus?
I don't know what I'm going to do about this job situation. Ideally, I'd like not to deal with much of anyone on a regular basis, but I don't have Fuck This money. I'm underemployed, underpaid, and don't have anything I really want to do for a living. Everything seems contaminated. Libraries are noisy and still deal with people, bookstores are sounding a death rattle, academia's contracting (and still involve people). I'm irritable and probably irritating, too.
There's no walking away from that.
I have been able to listen to some music lately, which has been a change from all the podcasts. The lead singer of the studs (Japanese Rock band) died in July , and my mental radio's been bouncing between songs from the studs and from Kagerou, Daisuke's former band. He wasn't much of a singer, but his means of expression was infectious. I'll miss hearing new music from him. He was 31 or so, which is a really interesting time for a Rock musician, especially if the musician's writing music. Things really start to come together and you find out if he or she's really going to continue taking artistic risks or if money and fame are going to pull harder. Well, if anyone's interested in buying. That's a whole different world.
Time for bed. It's late and things are finally quiet enough for sleep around here. The new neighbors are extroverted, chatty people. They like to stand in the courtyard and yap.
-The street with the parking garage entrance and exits was being resurfaced, so I couldn't drive to work. There's nowhere free to park in that part of town.
-The General Moron and his boss were were at the store on New Release day, meaning any work I had to do was interrupted regularly.
-My packet of cookies from the vending machine was missing one
-The cafe has no workers left who can make a decent cup of coffee (I'm no connoisseur, but how can a you screw up a carafe of brew? Uh, lots of grounds in the bottom of my cup, a burnt and syrupy texture, and... is that cleanser I taste?)
-My lunch hour scheduled with Raspy the Butt Wonder
-I took too long to refill my prepaid phone, so it switched off service w/o telling me, so I had to deal with Virgin Mobile's customer service. They're nice, but this was a really bad time for me to be stranded without service.
- I didn't get a text to The Hub until he was on the other side of town. He sent a text: Could I bus home? I sent one back: Sure. I could bus home.
I was so angry/upset/vexed/frustrated, I started walking. I wasn't sure I had 75 cents in my pocket and didn't want to check. I wanted everything to have gone differently. My mind cranked up and started that horrible back and forth pacing while I figured out if I wanted to cry or not. I started walking, figuring that I'd work my upset feelings out until I got tired enough to check for change and grab a bus the rest of the way home.
I got tired, but kept trudging along, kept walking. I wouldn't have tried it in my Converses, but the trek was tolerable in my Mizunos until the last mile or so. I hate having flat feet. Strange random pressure spots. Just about 7.5 miles. Took about 90 minutes. I got a text from The Hub: Was I still on a bus?
I don't know what I'm going to do about this job situation. Ideally, I'd like not to deal with much of anyone on a regular basis, but I don't have Fuck This money. I'm underemployed, underpaid, and don't have anything I really want to do for a living. Everything seems contaminated. Libraries are noisy and still deal with people, bookstores are sounding a death rattle, academia's contracting (and still involve people). I'm irritable and probably irritating, too.
There's no walking away from that.
I have been able to listen to some music lately, which has been a change from all the podcasts. The lead singer of the studs (Japanese Rock band) died in July , and my mental radio's been bouncing between songs from the studs and from Kagerou, Daisuke's former band. He wasn't much of a singer, but his means of expression was infectious. I'll miss hearing new music from him. He was 31 or so, which is a really interesting time for a Rock musician, especially if the musician's writing music. Things really start to come together and you find out if he or she's really going to continue taking artistic risks or if money and fame are going to pull harder. Well, if anyone's interested in buying. That's a whole different world.
Time for bed. It's late and things are finally quiet enough for sleep around here. The new neighbors are extroverted, chatty people. They like to stand in the courtyard and yap.