So Thursday found me getting too caught up in working on the new pictures and redesigning the main page over at Heroic Portraits, which meant that it was time for bed before I knew it.
This also meant that of the shitload of things I wanted to get done before going to bed only the tip of the dung heap got accomplished, a fact which I realized Friday morning as I was trying to get everything in order before heading in to work.
What made matters worse was the fact that I was going in for a workout, so at 4:15 in the morning I was scrambling to do all of the things I’d failed to do in the full day I’d had before.
Suffice to say I wasn’t in a very cheery mood by the time I headed out the door, nor did my mood improve when I realized that I’d forgotten something and had to go back in and get it.
On the way to my car the second time, I spoke my first words of the day: Fucking spiders.
This was in response to the fact hat I had walked through a spider web that was apparently being built between my car and the one next to it.
More than the annoyance of having spider web all over me, I was irritated by the audacity of the spider. I mean, the cars were like four feet apart; how goddamn big was this spider planning to make its web? Was it planning to catch low-flying birds?
Anyway, once I got in to work and into the fitness center, I said my third, fourth, and fifth words as I approached the lat pulldown machine: Fucking tall people.
This was in response to fact that the guard that you put hour legs under to keep you in place while you’re pulling down the weights was raised up to ridiculous heights to accommodate some freakishly tall person whose knees, evidently, rise four feet up into the air when seated.
In any case my mood – and my language – improved somewhat as the day wore on.
And it did wear on, with a lot more work than has been usual of late, with many of the issues being weird and annoying.
Still, I did manage to maintain at least the closest facsimile to a pleasant disposition that I can generate despite the length of the day and its various annoyances.
Of course, that night my hard-won good mood was shattered by my neighbors.
Why is it that so many people feel the need to congregate in parking lots? Further, why do they feel the need to shout at each other rather than speaking at a normal conversational volume?
The people involved were this young couple who lives in my building whom I already don’t like. They annoy me because they feel the need to lock their truck two or three times every time. As this is done with a keyless remote, it sounds like this: click-click-honk (pause) click-click-honk (pause) click-click-honk.
Why this obsessive need to lock, relock, and re-relock their vehicle? I have no idea, but it’s irritating as hell.
So when they felt the need to congregate in the parking lot right outside my bedroom window on a warm, windows open kind of night for a half an hour to visit with the woman’s parents, who had just arrived for a visit, my existing dislike of them shot up several levels.
To make matters worse, the couple brought their dog out with them so that it could greet the dog that her parents brought with them. Their dog was on a leash; her parent’s was not.
So in addition to the sound of the people jabbering I was treated to the sound of a dog choking itself as it pulled at its leash to try to catch a whiff of the new dog’s ass.
Once they went inside and I managed to fall asleep I found myself waking up every 45 minutes or so, making for a less than pleasant night’s sleep.
But at least things have been pretty quiet today, and tiredness doesn’t really impede my ability to do nothing in particular.
I did find out today, though, that in July we will likely be moving over to the new shift schedule, which means that my three day work week will be moved back a day and I’ll actually have a day off on the weekend.
It means more to Scott, what with having the family and all, than it does to me, since as far as I’m concerned one day is the same as any other.
Still, this does free up my Saturday nights, so if I had a social life I could actually have a social life.
In any case, the end of the day is approaching and I should probably try to find something to do.
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