It’s 10 p.m. and I’m sitting at a blue plastic table, sipping a canned Coke. I’m surrounded by banks of whirring silver washing machines, and I’ve figured out that by sitting at this table, I can feel the blasts of cold air from the AC. It’s a nice counter to the heat radiating off all these dryers. This is the Wash Tub Coin Laundry, open 25 hours, according to a sign on the side of…
Permit me a quick rant this Sunday morning while the boys nap and I ignore some work I need to be doing. Not only can I not believe we are still having the same dumb argument about abortion, but I can’t believe things have deteriorated to the point where we actually, earlier this year, had an outrage-sprinkled discussion about the legitimacy of legal birth control. Really? This is why some of us still identify as…
I’m glad I like my job. I mean, it’s stressful as shit, but I like it. Moving has been a difficult (and very expensive) transition and if I didn’t like the job, I would feel completely deflated about this whole ordeal. I made the leap thinking I was going to settle back into a comfy old shoe when in fact I got here and found out that someone threw out my old shoes and replaced…
They’ve been here 12 hours and already I’ve had to give one of them (who was pee-soaked from the drive) a bath and the other got trapped behind the water heater for an hour. I’ll let you guess who did what. Pet living is tough.
The pace of everything is maddening. I am having a hard time getting settled, getting footing, re-settling on routines. I hate living out of boxes and I hate feeling like I don’t know anything about my own life anymore. It’s part of the transition but not having any time to sit and think and wallow in what I should do is really throwing me for a loop. That checklist of stressful life events? I am…
I am in the hotel bar at the Marriott in downtown Jackson, Miss. There’s some sort of convention in town. I can tell because the bar and lobby is full of cackling middle-aged women and their severe hairdos. There’s a sweating bottle of white zinfandel on the bar and I can hear good-natured ribbing and knee-slapping and there is no way these people would ever be drunk together were they not here for work. They’d…
You ever notice how Pepsi machines put the Diet Mountain Dew button above the regular Mountain Dew? Probably not because I’m sure you never patronize Pepsi machines. But if you ever stroll past one on your way to a Coke machine, take a look. I have a theory that it’s because that is the only fucking way they can sell Diet Mountain Dew — to trick people into thinking they are buying a regular Mountain…
This post is a month old. I suspect I don’t have to explain why; amazing how little time you have to blog when you start a new job and move three hours away in the span of three weeks. So, many apologies to that end. In fact, I am going to try to post this and I might have to come back and add photos later, since I STILL haven’t gotten all of them from…
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