After I got home from work yesterday, I noticed that I had a couple comments on my post, and they were both from Xena Lesbian Princess. She responded pretty insightfully to the political post on Tuesday Talk. So, if you're feeling like adding to the discussion, please feel free to do so. I am actually going to rant here in a second on Barak Obama, but I have some other stuff to talk about first.
Since it was looking like rain on Wednesday, I decided to skip the gym and go and ride my bike. I know my days of biking are numbered until spring. Plus, my evaluation was scheduled to occur today, and I have found nothing is better to clear my mind than a good bike ride. I am starting to lament the transition into fall already, and I think this is more a product of age than anything else. I used to love winter. I loved the snow. I still do love the cold more than being abysmally hot, but it seems as soon as I turned 30, my love of the winter months has diminished. I guess I am ready to put on black socks and sandals and retire to Florida. Anyway, I digress. I was nervous about my review not because I feel I have done a poor job. In fact, I didn't really anticipate my boss having anything particularly bad to say, but I was worried about how I was going to phrase my hatred for the reporting they make me do. Obviously, I have complained to my friends and blogged about it enough that this shouldn't be a problem, but of course, now I have to deal with consequences that could potentially push me out of a job. Do I think that is really going to happen? No, but this is where being a pessimist makes a lot of sense.
I started out on my usual route up the Monon Trail around 6:00 last night, and while it was cloudy, it was a pretty beautiful evening to bike. That is until I got up into the wooded areas, and it was like I was traveling through a scene from The Swarm. There were bugs EVERYWHERE! Now, I am not really fond of bugs, especially if they are crawling all over me. This was from a childhood trauma where my father forgot to reapply the ant protection around our house, and I woke up once to see ants crawling all over me. Not fond of spiders and bees either...more childhood trauma there. With that being said, flying insects like gnats and flies normally do not bother me, but it just seemed like I was flying through millions of them...and they were smashed up all over my body. It was kinda gross.
Once I got past that, I reached 82nd/86th street in a reasonable amount of time, but I decided to turn around and start heading back. I am glad I did, because it was really starting to get dark, and anyone from Indy who knows the Monon Trail, knows that it travels through some rough neighborhoods near downtown. So, here I am, gliding along the trail, thinking of creative ways to tell my boss how much I hate 60% of my job, and BAM, a black cat runs across the trail. I cannot say I'm huge into omens and the supernatural, though I am pretty fascinated with folklore, but I just took this as a terrible sign. I figured the next thing I would see is either Freddy Kruger or a maybe a ladder straddling the trail. I finally get downtown, and it is almost dark. All I can think about is my mother bitching at me, because she thinks I am in constant threat of being murdered either by roaming gangs or masked bandits. Obviously, I made it back to the apartment okay, and I decided to not go out with the boys. Oh, I also get into the office today, and my boss decided to move my review. ARGH! Oh well...
I think this is all I am going to write for now. I know I promised a Barak Obama rant, and I still plan to do that, but I may hold off until later on this afternoon or tomorrow. I get to attempt to cook dinner for Tyler tonight, and he better not oversleep again! :)
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