Some days you just don’t want to write. I suppose when you do nearly 500 of these
things, it is bound to happen from time to time.
I even have things in mind to write about. I have some notes for some feelings on the
sense of sound. In truth, it should be
sense of hearing… but sense of sound is what the fingers typed and I like the
sound of it.
And I have thoughts on the silliness of the world. How since a woman in my office slipped on a
freshly washed floor, our floors are now washed with damp mops. Damp to the point that all signs of moisture
disappear within seconds of the scrub.
And now the entire office… all five floors of the building… is bombarded
by 365,000 wet floor signs. They’re
around every corner… in every stairwell… and even one at each end of our
kitchen… a room that’s no more than 25 feet long. These signs stay permanently perched all day
and every day. They are completely independent
of any idea of floor cleaning. It is the
prototypical sign equivalent of the Boy Who Cried Wolf.
I also have thoughts of a typical government promotional
process. In the most ridiculous thing I
have ever heard in a real life scenario, a French person’s English is not good
enough to qualify him to apply for the bilingual job posting. He is, however, allowed to apply for the
English essential postings of the exact same job. You see, language “levels” are taken into
consideration for bilingual postings… but not for English essential ones. But to sit there, straight faced, and tell
someone his English isn’t good enough for a bilingual job… but we do have this English
essential one that may be right up your alley… well that’s just completely
retarded.
So I have material.
There are things there to discuss.
But I’m in no mood to delve into any of them today. I got good shoulder news and just find I’m
not in a writing frame of mind due to the surprise… no surgery needed on the
rotator cuff. Just keep an eye on things
and take it easy on the heavy weights.
So… for today, I give a poem I wrote in grade three that my
father just forwarded me a few weeks ago.
I feel like an old rag doll,
Always kicked around the hall;
So I’ll flip and flop
And not talk at all.
So that everyone will say:
“We’d better get out of the way
Cause Chris is angry today.”
I feel like an old crab
I’ll claw at things;
I’ll snap at everyone around.
So everyone will say:
“W’ed better get out of the way
Cause Chris is angry today.”
FRIDAY…
--- Freezing rain to start the day. Even though the car starts off dry in the
garage, it has a layer of ice on the hood in the twenty minutes it took to
drive to work.
--- Lunch with Shannon.
--- Close to going off the road heading home. A sharp turn in the road means you must slow
to a near stop and as I break, leading up to it, the car slides for a while
before the ABS breaks kick in. I see
another car that didn’t get away with such luck… slide into the ditch.
SATURDAY…
--- Quiet Saturday day shift. Makes for a slow day. Once home, watch UFC and nap in front of the
TV. New sofa works just fine for napping.
SUNDAY/MONDAY…
--- Night shifts… pretty busy. In fact, it used to be that day shift was
really busy in CPSIC and night shift was a break… now it’s almost flip
flopped. I work solid up to 3:30 AM
Tuesday. Physio was mixed in there
somewhere too.
TUESDAY…
--- Don’t sleep enough.
Up after about 5 hours… at 11:00.
Take it easy though. Some TV…
some relaxing around the house… and shovel the driveway.
--- Getting pretty tired of facebook. People either don’t care or don’t realize
that they’re now basically shilling for companies. Too many linking to radio station contests or
travel companies… sharing their info in the hopes to get prizes. Status updates used to be people’s personal
observations. Now it’s become a
secondary junk mail folder.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Minto day. Lots
of workers coming in through the day doing bits and pieces… mostly paint and
plaster. So I’m stuck at the house all
day.
THURSDAY…
--- Some running around in the early afternoon/late
morning. Get my drivers license and
health card in order with the change of address. Get some things at Canadian Tire after that.
--- Home for a lunch and walk in the woods across the
street. 40 minutes out there and then
get ready for Karl and girlfriend to come over.
--- Pizza night with them.
A good few hours of food and records.
Bob Dylan on vinyl is how it should be.
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