I remember the big storm that rocked Daytona Beach. My dad spoke of green lightning and virtually no national media coverage of how bad it was there.
All I can do is sit here, on this spot 1000 miles away where the forecast is “beautiful”, and wait for word.
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My burnout moment at this job has arrived. I like being here, in this space, among people. But the job itself feels like a dull charade. I don’t know. Maybe the malaise will pass and the thrill of it all will resume. I’d prefer a more active job. I think I’ve gained 10 pounds sitting here 5 days a week. It’s fine. I’d lost 30 pounds over a couple of years so there’s room to stay within normalcy, whatever that is.
I am wearing a Snoopy pin on my FIeld and Stream shirt. It’s a heavier shirt, almost like a jacket. I’ve had it for years and it still looks and feels like new. A good Costco purchase.
I just happened to be at Costco last week, when I made the ritual $1.50 purchase of the giant hot dog and soda combo. It’s a loss leader and I had no idea it was a focus of debate at the company as to whether they should continue with it. I would think you at least had to be a Costco member to get that price, and maybe you actually are required… But I get it with no membership anymore.
The Snoopy pin reminds me there is a dress code here, where if you think it’s controversial you should not wear it. Snoopy is not controversial but a womasn last week wore a jacket with the “GOOD SEX / NO STRESS” thing on it. That was considered a dress code violation and I, hardly a prude in most ways, would agree that it created a somewhat uncomfortable work environment.
First of all I’d never seen this before, didn’t know it was a popular thing until I saw someone else wearing the same jacket outside on Maiden Lane.
Until learning of its cultural sashay (sp?) I thought this woman was trying to say something, to me, to someone else, to anyone. Maybe she was. I looked at her with a sexual tincture in my sight, until she put her jacket on over those words.
No dreams to laugh about today. Forgot them all already. It’s darker in the am now. I don’t like lightbulbs when I shower but might have to compromise. The morning grog is no state to be in when finding my way to the slippery tub.
