It’s Tuesday, and that means two things! First, I’ll finally be getting that loan back from Wimpy. And second, it’s time to share my world! Or at least answer a few questions Melanie leaves us on her blog every week. Unless you work with the CSI team, there isn’t a whole lot you can learn about a person from just four questions. Oh well. Roll that beautiful earth footage!
What’s your favorite way to spend a weekend?
I guess we should first define “weekend” as the days where you don’t have to show up at your place of employment. Some people have weekends and some people just get random days off wherever. Mine happens to run from Wednesday morning until Friday evening… except for weeks like this one where I slap a couple PTO days down and take a four day weekend (a.k.a. The Four Dayer). I don’t have to go back to work until Saturday night, bitches! What do you think about that? Oh, you’re not jealous because you wouldn’t want to work on Saturday nights. Your loss, man. Wait, what was the question again?
Who do you admire most in the world?
I admire the civil servant guy who has to drive around all day and scoop nasty, splattered, stinking roadkill off the roads. Talk about a tough job, but somebody has to do it…
What do you regret not doing?
I don’t know. Any moment in our life where there was a fork that we later wished we might have taken is generally some life changing event that would be taking place in an alternate universe. Who knows what that choice would have actually brought our way, and more importantly, all the unforeseen butterfly effect things that it would have changed in our life. If you Marty McFlyed yourself back to when you had the chance to take that cushy job you were offered instead of the dead end rut you’re stuck in… your new self might seem happy at first. Until the day you wound up in a fatal wreck commuting to that dream job…
If you see a puddle on the ground, do you walk around it or over/in it?
I wear cheap shoes. Really, really cheap shoes that easily get holes in them. Wet feet are not happy feet…
The traditional gratitude question was replaced with some romantic, squishy booby hug, possibly sappy and overly sugary shit about love… and obviously don’t apply to me who has never had to spend a dime on Valentine’s Day commercialism. And having a bit of an OCD streak in me, it bothers me to not end SYW on the gratitude question….
So…. I’m thankful that I was able to arrive home from work safely on Sunday morning in the absolute worst ice storm I’ve ever driven in. The freezing rain itself wasn’t anything special… it was the timing of the storm. Our city apparently thinks nobody has any business being on the roads at 7 AM on a Sunday morning… and just allowed the entire grid to turn into a huge sheet of ice rather than have the salt trucks out before it turned bad. I guess we know what the Mayor does on his weekends….. nothing.