So it’s finally “winter” around here, with a rather pathetic amount of snow drifting down in tiny, irritating little flakes. I’m sure there have been a bunch of accidents already and that school closures have already been announced for tomorrow.
In the past couple of days, as I had been a while back, I’ve been having little visions and dreams of winter – real winter – every so often.
I’ve come to the conclusion that, while I hate it, winter is just built into me in some fashion, as if at the very core of my being I am a creature of winter, and that no matter how much I may reject it, there will always be some deep-seated longing for the bitter cold, the mountainous drifts of snow, and the long, dark winters of my youth and of my ancestors.
Or something.
Anyway, you can go here to see what winter is looking like back where I’m from in real(ish) time.
They’ve actually been pretty light on the snowfall so far, and only recently got any snow (apart from the snow they had back when I was there in October, which had mostly melted by the time I left).
It is, however, very cold there, apparently.
My mother called earlier today and said that she hadn’t gone to church because it was only four degrees out.
Seeing an opportunity to get in a jibe at her relatively spotty record of church attendance lately, despite her seeing the fact that her new apartment put her within easy walking distance of church as a plus, I said, “Well, it’ll be a lot warmer in Hell, won’t it?”
It’s the ridiculousness of me chiding someone – especially my mother – about not going to church that makes me laugh every time I think about it.
After I got off the phone I gave the condo a much-needed deep(ish) cleaning, and now here I am.
My three days at work were pretty irritating overall. Scott was out sick with food poisoning on Thursday, which made for a long, boring day with only Simon to talk to. Not to bash Simon (much), but Scott and I have been working together for over four years, and have a lot of common (geeky) interests, so naturally he and I get along a little better.
Scott was in on Friday, but Simon was out, because apparently it takes twelve and a half hours to replace a dead battery. Not sure how that works.
I mean, even allowing for the time it takes for an auto supply store to open, we’re only talking about a few hours, and with a shift as long as ours is there’s still plenty of time to come in and work even if you’ve missed a few hours. Hell, even if you miss six hours there’s still the remaining six and a half that you could come in for.
But whatever.
In any case, Scott was scheduled off on Saturday, and at around 4:30 our boss came around and said to Simon, “Since you’ve worked so hard this week, why don’t you take over and let Jon go home early.”
I guess actually showing up for work does have its advantages.
Hmm, I think I sound more bitter than I actually am, but it’s just that it’s three days of work; how hard can it be to be someplace three days in a row?
Further, how hard can it be to be someplace three days in a row on time?
I just don’t understand being late. Sure, I understand that things can happen that are unavoidable and will keep you from being on time, but I’m talking about being consistently late. Like two days out of three, with the third day being in just barely on time.
Honestly, I just don’t get it.
I’m sure people will argue that, unlike me, they have lives or whatever, but so what? Lots of people have lives and manage to be on time. And how much of a life do you have in the hours before 6 AM?
But, again, whatever. People are going to do what they’re going to do, so fuck ‘em, I guess.
Still, while I’m bitching about people and how much they suck, I should mention what happened yesterday morning at work.
It was one of those mornings in which everyone was quiet. No one was saying anything. The only sound was the occasional clicking of mouse buttons or the clacking of keyboards, and the constant dull hiss of the air handler.
It was like heaven.
And it went on for an astonishingly long period of time, but when it ended, it ended with a cataclysmic bang as four of the people who annoy me most, the people who talk the most and the loudest – two of whom had been working on shifts that didn’t intersect with mine for months, though that has now changed – arrived simultaneously and completely shattered the silence.
It was like waking from a beautiful dream into a horrible nightmare.
In any case, I suppose that’s more than enough random bitching and complaining about pointless nonsense, so I guess I’ll bring this to a close.
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