I'm at SEATAC which is synonymous for miserable. The saving grace is that I'm at Vino Volo, a cool place to sit and have a decent glass of wine and nary a TV-sports screen in sight. It is lovely, as far as an airport bar goes.
General misery, etc., for going back to work in the miserable place that pays my bills most handsomely. My ex-boyfriend Stevie summed it up most appropriately: the things we do for money, doll.
Overheard a comment: "where's your bucket?"
Indeed. How is my bucket list coming along? How m'I progressing? Tough call on account of I didn't have one.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A Lotta Water's Gone Under the Bridge
That title fits in a bunch of ways.
1 - (and engineers love to enumerate) Stubborn will be reborn within the next two weeks. It's been tweaked and revised ad infinitum. This is in preparation to send it to the lovely Raven who has a Friend.
2 - I've been in Anchorage the past two days instead of my normal work routine in Prudhoe Bay (aka Pestilence Place). If I really wanted to be anal I would subtitle this in to sub-sections (a) and (b). But I will spare you the misery.
In my visit to Anchorage I had some spare time to cruise by my old house. And where I first found a job as an Engineer. I can't tell you how depressing that was. Everything came flooding back. That ever happen to you? And everything I remembered was overwhelmingly bad. Really bad. What the hell did I ever come up here for? This place is awful. Awful. Anyone trying to tell you something different is trying to sell you real estate. Hey, you want to dispute my opinion? This place spawned that imbecile Sarah Palin.
I met a woman today for lunch that I first met when I worked at the pump station in Delta Junction fourteen years ago. Lunch was bad, too. How so? This woman had to quit her job to avoid being fired because of political pressure. See, she didn't fit in. She was 'rough around the edges' and hadn't learned to parse her phrases to be politically correct, easily digestible pablum. She was chosen as a scapegoat. And she chose to 'retire' so she could retain her health insurance benefits. She was a sad skeleton of the person I knew before. Where is there justice in this world? I used to believe in such a ghost.
I used to be like this skeleton. I didn't have a degree in engineering and was treated with the same lack of respect and courtesy. It didn't matter where I came from nor what I knew. I was just a dumb girl. And that I was probably Easy. That was the way I was treated.
Somehow, with the conferring of my engineering degree and "all rights and privileges afforded" things got turned around. People don't treat me like a used tampon anymore and I just can't figure. I guess it's because I can push back now with a vengeance, and damn if I don't. But I did pre-degree and I was just smirked at. Like my non-degreed Delta Junction friend.
If there was any justice in the world, which there certainly isn't, ________________________.
You fill in the blank.
1 - (and engineers love to enumerate) Stubborn will be reborn within the next two weeks. It's been tweaked and revised ad infinitum. This is in preparation to send it to the lovely Raven who has a Friend.
2 - I've been in Anchorage the past two days instead of my normal work routine in Prudhoe Bay (aka Pestilence Place). If I really wanted to be anal I would subtitle this in to sub-sections (a) and (b). But I will spare you the misery.
In my visit to Anchorage I had some spare time to cruise by my old house. And where I first found a job as an Engineer. I can't tell you how depressing that was. Everything came flooding back. That ever happen to you? And everything I remembered was overwhelmingly bad. Really bad. What the hell did I ever come up here for? This place is awful. Awful. Anyone trying to tell you something different is trying to sell you real estate. Hey, you want to dispute my opinion? This place spawned that imbecile Sarah Palin.
I met a woman today for lunch that I first met when I worked at the pump station in Delta Junction fourteen years ago. Lunch was bad, too. How so? This woman had to quit her job to avoid being fired because of political pressure. See, she didn't fit in. She was 'rough around the edges' and hadn't learned to parse her phrases to be politically correct, easily digestible pablum. She was chosen as a scapegoat. And she chose to 'retire' so she could retain her health insurance benefits. She was a sad skeleton of the person I knew before. Where is there justice in this world? I used to believe in such a ghost.
I used to be like this skeleton. I didn't have a degree in engineering and was treated with the same lack of respect and courtesy. It didn't matter where I came from nor what I knew. I was just a dumb girl. And that I was probably Easy. That was the way I was treated.
Somehow, with the conferring of my engineering degree and "all rights and privileges afforded" things got turned around. People don't treat me like a used tampon anymore and I just can't figure. I guess it's because I can push back now with a vengeance, and damn if I don't. But I did pre-degree and I was just smirked at. Like my non-degreed Delta Junction friend.
If there was any justice in the world, which there certainly isn't, ________________________.
You fill in the blank.
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