I’m not sure if I’m going to make it through the next year, here in Florida. It’s the people…I’m not sure if they’ve always been like this and I just haven’t seen it, or if they’re actually getting worse. There’s no polite way to say it… …They’re goddamn stupid, and violently, aggressively defensive about their […]Read more "Stupid and Aggressive"
I’ve lived at my current address for three years now, and driven to work every weekday of those three years. I have a 20 mile (ish) commute to downtown Tampa (that’s Florida) from the outskirts of the suburbs. And there’s a Panera Bread on my commute, about four miles from my house. And in all […]Read more "To All The Cars I Haven’t Let Out Of The Panera Bread Driveway"
Christmas is bearing down on me again, like a dump truck headed for a wide-eyed rabbit. This will be my second Christmas in Florida, and once again the sight of poinsettias growing outdoors in flowerbeds is freaking me out. In the North, I always wondered why they were the Christmas flower, as they are utterly, […]Read more "Not So Merry Christmas"
Y’know something I hate? When someone is stopped to turn left, and the car behind them almost goes around them on the shoulder. Instead of just going around them and continuing with their day, (and letting ME go around as well) what they do is fade half onto the shoulder, and stop. I mean…they’d fit […]Read more "I’ll Go Around You!!"
I am not a Baby Boomer. Please do not treat me like one. I could stop there and have summed up a whole lot of my take on generational dynamics. However, I think it may be a bit lacking in substance. So yeah, I am Generation X — I was born between 1964 and 1981, […]Read more "I Am Generation X"
Geez, when’s the last time I blogged? May? Cripes! So much for that daily-journal-get-the-angst-out-be-happier concept, eh? So, back to the griping. I hate the dismissive two-finger wave drivers give while still holding onto the steering wheel. You get it when you’re a pedestrian, mostly when a driver’s stopped at a stopsign, and you start to […]Read more "Wow. Wha’happen?"
…or something like that. Today was an exercise in the sucktastic; the sucktacular. Yesterday our team leader sent us an email — mostly he was the mouthpiece of our manager, our menopausal, bi-polar, cocker spaniel of a manager. The gist of the mail was that “others” in the department had noticed none of us there […]Read more "Suck my Work…"