Yeah, that was my thought. Maybe I’d find something tolerable but probably not. The winds died down (when I was posting it was white out, couldn’t see across the street). After my swim I’m now at a restaurant, waiting for a burger that will surely be way too big but delicious.
Then I’ll settle into my room to watch the end of the hockey game and maybe read.
Not even an early start tomorrow, my customer won’t be ready til at least 10 AM (they’re installing something I’m inspecting).
That honestly sounds like a great time, I hope you enjoy it.
yes. Congrats on doing a layover right. Easier to leave your routine tasks behind and just be and have fun.
Thank you!
That burger was amazing! I’m glad I went!
I’m also glad I did use the fitness center and pool (I have gotten into the habit of a workout after work so that routine was one I wanted to keep) and am looking forward to this customer visit (it’s been a fun little project and we’re about to complete it). This hotel is just a little awkwardly placed compared to the area with restaurants and that earlier little squall was not one I wanted to venture into!
There’s like….nothing…touristy here, but I’d still recommend this hotel lol.
Reminds me of academia…
I really thought I was good friends with all of the other teachers in my department, AND that they all got along with each other…
… until they started confiding in me, things like “Y’knowwww, Bartholomew mentioned that he goes out of his way to trash you to Brenda. But maybe he just knows she’s conniving and wants to stay on her good side. Anyhow, just telling you as a friend, thought you’d want to know.”
These are college professors, most in their 40s and 50s. Aren’t they supposed to be ADULTS by now?
When a coworker trashes another coworker behind their back, I find myself wondering what they’re saying about me.
As you seem familiar with academia, why are you surprised? One of the university departments I was familiar with at one time was a total milieu of social dysfunction, with everybody and their dog seemingly having an extra-marital affair with everybody else, just for starters. Not just the profs, but grad students, too – the whole gang of misfits.
I was super excited to go to the famous McDonalds when I was 11 years old on a visit to the UK. I got some kind of cheeseburger, made out of a tiny bun, a very small mystery meat package and some yellow plastic on it. And like 3 gherkin slices. What a let down.
I mean, really, McDonalds. 11 year boys are a prime target market!
Never been again for their menu, although… their tomato sauce is decent and (at least in the shop in my area - they have been in RSA for about 18 years) they had free Heinz ketchup/tomato sauce, so I would liberate a 250ml plastic cup of it from time to time when I was really broke and living with a really broke girlfriend.
Now I am a lot more wealthy, there are a plethora of better options. It is quite pretentious, but there is a “Lobster & Burger” bar in town, or I could go into the more trendy east side and get a burger easily three to four times the size of a Big Mac and tens of times more tasty at a place called “The Bitch’s Tits.” (Service there is somewhat, erm, salty. Especially if you cause trouble).
Both more expensive, and less convenient than my local McD, but I like real food.
I was in my 40s when I started teaching (and discovered the backstabbing), and it was a “Death of Optimism” moment.
The most helpful perspective on it was from a Big 10 Prof who shared an old saying: “Know why academic politics is so vicious? Because the stakes are so low!”
I went upstairs to refill my mug with hot water (only 17 days until Easter and coffee), and found that Mrs Magill had put out a candy dish full of Brach’s Jelly Beans. I swear that woman is iin league with the dentist.
“Let’s see Maus walk past this dish without her taking some. Muh-ha-ha-ha!”
At my dentists’ office the waiting room has the usual ~10 chairs around the periphery. And a 4-top dining table (no chairs) in the middle of the room with magazines and such. So far so ordinary.
But the “and such” is a large bowl of individually wrapped small candy bars; think the usual Halloween assortment of Hershey’s & Nestle’s products. And a bowl of green apples. So not only can their waiting room create cavities while you wait, they can also break off cracked teeth or pull loose ones. So efficient of them. Subversive too!
Full disclosure: I was there last week for a cleaning & snagged a Butterfinger on the way out to breakfast. Bad me!
They must have run out of corn nuts.
My stepdaughter, who has been “temporarily” living with us since Labor Day 2024, is finally moving out this weekend. That’s not my rant. What’s pissing me off is that she has been ordering a metric shit-ton of food from Amazon this week, and our fridge, freezer and cabinets are absolutely packed. I have no idea why she didn’t wait to have all this stuff delivered to her new place after she moved out of here. I’ll be so glad to finally reclaim some food storage space.
That happened to us (just not with food) when my mom was living with us until I was able to get her into a senior living place (an apartment, not a retirement home). I helped make sure she had the basics (bed, TV, chairs, towels, etc.) so that she would be comfortable. But then she kept ordering things to my house, and did it even after she moved. And I had to keep hauling things in my small car over to her place for weeks as I begged her to stop ordering junk she didn’t need (like a 6th TV tray for an apartment she lives alone in with barely any visitors) and at least get them delivered to her apartment and not my house.
She did eventually stop, but not before she ordered so much shit at one point I literally had to leave some things on the front porch so I didn’t pack my living room so full I couldn’t get around.
(You will be shocked to hear that she has had major hoarding problems in her old house.)
Hey, if your daugther’s been filling up your fridge, you get to eat some (most?) of it.
To assuage your conscience, you can tell her you’re going to do it , until she switches to her own address…
Yeah… the downside to that is she’s vegan. There’s some of her food I’d eat, but mostly not.
Rough parenting day.
Rough mental health day.
Fuck the idiot who was honking during a traffic jam. You don’t think if the rest of the cars could move, they would?
Fuck Chavez.
Fuck the proposed changes to SAM.gov registration to threaten criminal penalties to non-profits who do liberal things.
Fuck this endless soul-sucking fatigue.
Fuck these glasses I’m always taking off because I can’t read or basically see anything when I’m wearing them.
Fuck my almost non-existant relaxation time, having to drop my son off tomorrow morning and drive back and forth all fucking day because it’s a half school day and my husband is having car troubles.
Fuck the endless to-do list. Fucking endless.
Fuck my almost non-existant relaxation time, having to… drive back and forth all fucking day.
I listen to audiobooks all day long, so I walk out to the car and the Bluetooth switches to the car’s speakers. So while I’m stuck in traffic, I’m also braiding sweetgrass, watching the Globe Theatre being built, and listening to Murderbot explain how he’s decapitating naughty cyborgs.
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Got an anti-rant: Mum’s surgery went much better than anyone thought it would.
It was minor, but we were a little worried, because she’s pushing 100. She had a great doctor who did the cutting in twenty minutes and left a half-inch scar.
And get this: my mum just had a local anaesthetic, and was excited that they let her watch!
(We’ve been immersed in The Pitt, so I was prepared for “Omigod, it was just a little incision, but she immediately inflated, turned purple, and coded!”
I was NOT expecting everything going right.)
That is stupid yeah. You are only supposed to honk to alert another driver; a warning if they are drifting into your lane to hit you, or maybe to wake them up if a light turns green and they’re just sitting there for a long time. Not when you’re pissed off that traffic is slow or stopped. That’s just being an ignorant asshole and a shitty driver.
I have nothing to do. Thats not fun either. If I lived near you, I would try and help.