My morning commute took oh- about 40 minutes, when normally it runs anywhere from 15-25 minutes, depending on the time I leave. The main reason for today’s slowdown, was, of course, the snow and then the nice sheet of frozen sleet under said snow. If anyone from KCMO Public Works is reading this blog, here’s a heads-up: the intersection of Ward Parkway & 75th street? Specifically the parts of Ward Parkway, north-bound, but south of the intersection? NEED SAND. Bejowski. I’ve lived here 10 years. This intersection is on the gentlest of inclines, but because the incline is there, and it’s well-traveled, most vehicles get stuck in their own ice, formed while waiting at the light. So two of the three lanes? NOT MOVING.
Then, I came in and followed up on a rep who wouldn’t call us back. A co-worker had been calling for months, and finally flipped it to me, who also was unsuccessful, although I am excellent at persistence. Especially when you are irritating me. Persistence and tenacious. Like a ferret learning to eat live mice. (Sorry, there was an article on ferrets in today’s paper. I had no idea. Also, if you’re going to lead with the headline, “Ferrets! Just like kittens, all the time,” you might want to re-think that whole paragraph that waxes on about food, specifically, “let’s feed ferrets pinkies (baby mice) and work ’em up to live ones” because seriously? I lost all interest in having a ferret at that point.) Anyway, this ass munch finally got on the phone with me (after four phone calls, and two emails, in four days) and proceeded to be combative and angry and petulant and then he kinda hung up on me. It was actually mutual. Had I not hung up at that point, I might have said something like, “Sir? You work for the YELLOW PAGES. Do you have a backup plan? Your industry is DYING.”
OK, and then let’s talk about the sad lunch I had. So so sad. Instant grits. I think I prefer grits for breakfast. I did find a random bonus of parmesan cheese in the fridge at work (and uh, I might have swiped a tablespoon of someone’s artificial buttery spread. But it expired yesterday, and there was a lot in there. So my guilt isn’t as concentrated as it would have been if I’d say, taken a tablespoon of sweet cream butter that was fresh & marked as being owned.) Anyway, I had several notions of great lunches, but all of them required I leave the building in one form or another. 99% required driving, and after this morning’s commute? Nope! Anyway, I finished lunch with some Thin Mints. Yep. Poster child for nutrition, riiiight here. Might explain why I feel a little queasy. That or it’s the expired margarine.
