It’s a balmy 1° outside this morning, and it doesn’t feel all that much warmer inside, to tell you the truth. My feet are cold. We’re not expected to crack double-digits today. Seems a shame to have to leave the house, but not only do I have to actually go to the office today, it’s stupid meeting day. Both are huge wastes of time and productivity killers. And it’s my late day, which means I have to sit around the house trying to figure out how to kill time before leaving the house, and then drive home in the dark (and cold – did I mention it’s cold?).
We’ve got some snow on the ground, but nothing like what our friends just to the north got. There’s been a persistent and rather stationary band of lake effect snow over them, and some areas got about three feet of snow yesterday. Better them than us. Hopefully things will stay that way.
Otherwise, not much is new. There was a mass shooting in Texas yesterday. The only thing newsworthy about that is that nobody was killed – just wounded. I haven’t been able to find out from the various news reports what kind of weapon was used (you’d think something like that would be in the story – or at least something like “law enforcement officials won’t disclose the type of firearm used in the shootings”), but, judging by the relatively small number of people shot and the lack of fatalities, I’m guessing it wasn’t an assault rifle with a 100 shot magazine. I could be wrong, of course.
Bud – the trouble making dog – managed to get himself stuck halfway through the cat door in one of our gates that prevent the dogs from going into forbidden territory in the house. He got his head and both front legs through, and buried himself up to his chest before he could go no farther. I’d have had to break his front legs to get them to bend back through, so instead I had to cut out one of the bars on the gate. What a hassle. I’m just glad we were home at the time – he was pretty upset and probably could have hurt himself if we hadn’t been there to calm him down. It’s always something with him.
Oh well, time to prepare the Kings and other chew toys that will hopefully keep the little monsters busy (and away from the valuable stuff).
Have a good one.
What to say? What to say? Welp…
Dating is not my strong suit, you’ve probably garnered that about me from all these years without typing about my many, many relationships. I tried recently. ‘Tis a learning experience to say the least. First of all, I’d never really had a gainful conversation with this person before having to meet her off the job site. I’d see her here and there, thinking how fun it would be to get to know her. She’s young and attractive, has a career. So, I had a go-between give me her number. Did my would-be love interest have an interest in me as well, I didn’t know. Was I going to cold-text a stranger for a date and get rejected off the bat? Yes and no. So I messaged her that maybe we should meet-up at Starbucks– I hate Starbucks– and have coffee or tea. She said sure.
So I get to Starbucks and don’t recognize her. I walkout into the Barnes and Noble a few feet away and messaged her if she was there, and I see this most attractive girl I’ve ever seen in my life reach for her phone, and I figured that it must be her– though I still think it was someone else, a doppelganger. I plop down in front of her and acted like an idiot– not unusual for me, but something I didn’t want to happen. Words don’t come naturally to me.
The date, if it was even a date, went weird. I was out of my mind. I smiled way too much. Couldn’t carry a conversation if it was taped to my forehead. She was bored as fuck and probably thought she was going to meet someone else there. It was probably something we both wish could have happened differently.
It’s not my nature to insult people. I keep my mouth shut when it comes to ribbing, especially when it’s someone I don’t know. But she had a knack for it.
I could tell you all the little nasty things she said about me, but I won’t.
Dating in the workplace is not something I’ll probably ever do again. I told her coworkers I was interested in her– mistake number one. I talked about her incessantly to my coworkers– mistake number two. The rumor mill is on hyper-drive now and I just want to hide my sorry self in a corner and act like it didn’t happen.
No matter what happens all always carry some affection for this person. I may act like I don’t know her at work, I may never talk to her again. We are friends on Facebook, but I’ve deleted her number and text messages from my phone. Separate ways we go.