2 things.

1. If I notice that something hasn't been done at work, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll just be blamed for it, and then expected to find out why it wasn't done. It's rather hard to find out when the person who was supposed to do it has been laid off. Unless they're advocating calling a now former employee.

2. To the person who honked at me when I stopped for the duck and her ducklings, here's your own personal bird. I could have changed lanes, but your response confirmed the opinion that I had that you would run over them.

Or you're just jealous because my car gets 30 more miles per gallon than your guzzling SUV does. Whatever.

I'm now actively looking for a new job. That means brushing up my untouched for the past 5 years resume. If you know of anyone hiring computer operations staff (hopefully Tandem), let me know.

Not that anyone actually reads this.

/ranton

It's been a bad day. (please don't paint a picture)

It started out normally.

[I don't like the change to blogger's format, fyi]

So I make the drive into work. I wind up with the usual. Someone doing 30 in a 50. Yeehaw. To make matters worse, I'm working on a migraine. Where's the Excedrin? Well, it had been on my passenger seat, but it wound up between the door and the seat after some turn...

So I make it into work, the usual 15 minutes late. Only to be told that Bucky hadn't just been down here to give the unisys people their packages, but to do layoffs! Yay! [Can't you just hear the sarcasm?] We lost one of our 3rd shift guys, Unisys lost one (better now than next month, I guess), and our DR guy. Ouch. So it looks like I'll wind up working Friday 3rd shift. No biggie, it means I can go to archery practice.

So I call and tell Jerry. Got to give him more ammunition I guess. I also mention that when we move back to the 2nd floor, I'll no longer have a cube. But I guess with the loss of our 3rd shift guy, it looks like I don't get to spend much time at my cube now anyway. I get the usual shitty pressure to find another job. Um...I've survived 5 layoffs now. I have knowledge that has proven to be difficult to transfer to another brain.. me? layoff? I doubt it.

The night continues...everything is ok. So I leave at 3.

Heading down 270, someone comes up behind me and moves into the right lane to pass. WTF is up with passing on the right, anyway? It's not like there was something on the left. So they pull up beside me and slow down. Geeze. We move pass the split and head down towards the inner loop. The aforementioned car has drifted back. I guess they weren't in that much of a hurry after all. There's a semi in the right lane and an SUV in the left. The SUV is either matching or going slower than the semi. Fun. So I stick in the right lane, and sure enough, the semi moves past the SUV. So I move over into the left to pass the semi. Meanwhile, the aforementioned car has decided that he's in a hurry after all, and has zipped up on the left. I guess he was tweaked with the SUV, because he followed the pattern I had, and proceeded to sit on my bumper.

So I'm speeding up through the S-curves and am about to pass a car. Aforementioned car decides that I'm going too slow, and moves into the 355 on ramp lane to pass me...as that lane is ending. I slow down to let the little shit to pass me, and what does he do? Matches -my- speed. Dumbnuts, your lane has ended! Going to drive on the shoulder or going to try to drive through me?? I've cleared the car I was passing, so I moved over, and flicked the shit off.

And he doesn't pass me. *sigh*

So I go through the rest of the curves up to where the left lane narrows. Numbnuts decides that he really wants to pass, but doesn't want to use the narrow lane, and moves all the way over to the right. Ooookay. I keep him in front of me for the remainder of my trip on the beltway. He was going at least 15 over the limit anyway. Just my luck, he takes 95 north. The speed limit is now 65, but he drops down to 70. *rolls eyes* I still keep him in front of me. Pass a car, go to move over so someone can pass me, and they cut my ass off to get on my corner and match my speed. I'll now refer to this guy as Virginian Strat-Ass.

So I manage to get my speed up, and wind up zipping along behind Strat-Ass and a PA SUV. I decide to go ahead and pass numbnuts. He doesn't notice...at least I didn't think so. Later Strat-Ass moves over and slows down. I pass on the left, the PA SUV passes on the right. Strat-Ass doesn't like this and speeds up. Make up your mind!

We're approaching road construction, 2 right lanes are closed. I and the vehicles around me slow down. Rightmost lane is closed, 2nd rightmost lane is working on closing. To what do my wondering eyes does zip up that closing lane? You guessed it! Numbnuts!

I've now decided that Numbnuts isn't an A-hole. He's either drunk or high. At this point, he's aggressive. I -really- wished that the state trooper who sped past later had seen numbnut's antics, but he hadn't. Numbnuts gets off on 195. Yay!

The rest of the drive (all 15 minutes of it) is asshole free.

So I get home.

Guess who greets me?

The 5 year old. He's on the playstation.

Oh, and I'd asked Jer to either do the dishes or clean the den. I've been wanting him to pick up the den so it can be vacuumed so that I can fold laundry (since he obviously isn't going to do it). Guess what? It wasn't done! Why am I not surprised?

He's damned lucky he's asleep. Damned lucky.

So now that I've ranted, I'm going to play FFXI. Kill things.

/rantoff