Another Opinion Among Many

Wow, its climbing up there in temperature.  Yesterday was so muggy and warm that I didn’t think that I was going to see it cool down in oru apartment.  Today’s forecast is a humid 30°C and it seems that it might be there.

Unfortunately, the air conditioning in our building here at work seems to have an inverse relationship with the outside temperature.  The hotter it gets outside, the colder it gets in here.  I’ve just put on my sweater to stave off the shivers for the rest of the day.  Anybody else in this situation where they have to take their jacket or sweater to work when it blazing hot outside?

So, you have been granted Power of Attorney over someone’s affairs or named as Executor of an Estate.  Why is it that you think that everybody that you call on the phone will magically know this? Why do you get all excited and in a huff when its pointed out that you will have to send that document to the company that you’re trying to do stuff with? I mean, really! What makes you think that any company would release private information to you without proof that they could do so?

Relax! Don’t let anyone pee in your corn fklakes any more.  Take a moment and give your head a shake.  When you’re politely provided with a reasonable solution for your unreasonable demand, just take the advise and DO IT.  Your stomach will thank you and the antacid companies can relax their production lines a bit.

We know that its likely an emotional time for you.  That is why you’ll always be provided a solution to your problem.  Sorry for your troubles, but remember…we’;ll protect your information just as vigilantly.

Why the Karma? What did we do? I got to work today and went to the kitchen to wash out my water bottle and pour a coffee.  There wasn’t any dish soap left, so I thought that I’d try the hand soap in the washroom.  That was a bad idea, as the scent from the soap remained in the bottle, despite a thorough rinse.  I couldn’t drink the water.  I went for a coffee and there was none left, so I chose to have a hot chocolate…

…which I prompty knocked off the counter onto my thighs and all over the floor.  The jeans have dried mostly, but now I have coacoa stained over the front of my jeans and I have no way to get a change of clothes from my place across the river.  At least I smell yummy.

I brought a potato salad for lunch, as we were going to have a pot luck dinner (our team), but I forgot it was for tomorrow, so I had to buy lunch without much money, a I left my wallet home.  And, to add to the mix, the canteen’s refrigerator decided to reverse its role over the weekend and it heated up inside, cooking its contents.  So, they are limited in what they can server to what wasn’t refrigerated.

Eeyore said it best, I guess. “Oh, bother!”

Boy, I don’t know how Kindergarten teachers keep from getting sick more often.  I know that both of our kids were sick for the whole year in their first grade in school.  First Caleb and now Abby is bringing home whatever comes around.  It sucks, as I seem to catch it from them.  Even Angela has gotten sick a few times this year and she seems to always be immune.

So, I’ve been quite ill over the past few days.  I pushed on and went to work anyways, instead of spending a few days in bed.  Once in a while a spark of an idea crosses my mind, but I’ve not the drive to expand on it with such a foggy head.  Its almost embarrassing, really.  There are those who have it so much worse off and they seem to still be able to plug along and put forth their ideas.  Some are coping with serious illnesses and others are tested to their utmost emotionally and spiritually, be it because they have too much to do, are far too much in debt, or have a loved one (perhaps the love of their life) on death’s door.

And, here I am, writing something lacking in any profound importance.  How about that.  I still hope that next year will be better, though.  Who wants their family to have a cold for 1/2 the year? Count me out of that group.

back to the haze…

Seriously, I’d like to know why anyone would be trying to squeeze their tax filing in before midnight on April 30th.  Your information slips have to be sent as of Feb 28, so what takes you so damn long? Why are you feeling so entitled to special treatment for an extension if you’ve had that much time? Huh? What’s that echo?

Last week was spring break for New Brunswick schools.  So, our kids were home with little on their minds.  Thankfully, their grandma took them for two days and they had a great time with her.  I took Monday and Friday off, so I had a three day work week.  So, now I’ve got to get geared back up for a whole week of work before the weekend.  Man, if it snows or gets icy one more time, I might be out of luck for getting out of the apartment:

This morning, I was late for work.

I did not leave late. It usually takes about 6-7 minutes to drive from my house to work. Today, I left, as usual, about 35 minutes before I was to start. But, I was 15 minutes late.

The reason that I was late is because there was a huge accident on the Westmoreland St bridge, which connects my area of the city to the south side. Both directions were blocked, so traffic was jammed up across the whole span. The southbound traffic is what usually fills the bridge in the morning. After a few folks in the inside lane realized that they were going nowhere fast, they U-turned northbound and headed off the bridge.

Once the way was clear, I did the same and headed for the Princess Margaret bridge, which was in the opposite direction from my workplace. I was only 15 minutes late.

There were several cars involved in the accident and I’ve not heard if anyone was seriously hurt or not. The road was bare this morning, but I imagine that, since it was -27°C this morning, some people had a hard time getting their cars started on time. Add that to a chronic late departure is a recipe for an accident any day. I see the same thing happen when it storms. These accidents happen because someone stopped paying attention at the wrong moment, usually because they’re in too much of a hurry.

Is dying or killing worth being “on time”? Personally, I’d rather be late and live. Or, even better, I check out the weather forecast the night before so that I know if I will have to get up a bit early to shovel my car out or if I have to allow extra time in case my car won’t easily start. It only takes a minute and I arrive alive. I sure wish that these poor folks, who at the least have smashed up cars, had done the same. Nobody needs the results of an accident.