Wednesday 19 February 2014

Banish The Clouds

Did you ever have one of those days when almost everything pissed you off? The only thing worse is when there is absolutely nothing that you can do to change things. Oh well!

First, I woke up late to a phone call. Not the callers fault, I should have been awake at least an hour earlier. To make matters worse, I still have that damned virus with the draining cough and now a new thing; I am stuffed up in the morning. I’m a nice…ish guy and really I have been sick for far too long already. Why not let some real prick get sick? No one would care if the prick got sick; I have a neighbour that I’d be willing to kiss on the mouth if I could be sure he would die a slow, lingering death. Anyways, I’m not going to kiss Bob the asshole, and he such a miserable prick that any virus wouldn’t be able to stand living in his body.

I spent a good part of the morning feeling sick and wishing that there was a magic pill. There isn’t, and I had to go out to return something to the library or else I’d have to pay the fine. The weather isn’t bad, but I still had chills even all bundled up. I don’t know what the problem is this year, but for some reason the people of Calgary have forgotten how to park cars in a shopping centre lot, so I considered myself lucky to park at the far end of the lot. My timing was piss poor as the high school had just let out for lunch and I had to manoeuvre around hundreds of laughing, underdressed, healthy, vibrant, loud, obnoxious, junk eating kids.

The high schools in Calgary have taken a stand against serving or having junk food in the schools at all, so the kids just go to the nearest store to fill their needs. I understand the motivation, but it’s like just telling the kids that they should wait until they are married before having sex, except junk food is much easier to get.

My buddy and I save our metal and every six months or so we will take it to a metal scrap yard where they pay cash for it. I don’t have very much, just food cans mainly, but Ken gets all sorts of scrap from his in-laws. It pays for coffee and keeps us focused. Today we were told that they no longer accepted food cans. Are they fucking kidding? Metal is metal isn’t it?  I think that the city told them not to accept cans or they would take all of the recycled metal to another yard. I don’t blame the scrap yard; I’m too busy blaming the city. I was comfortable recycling the old way, but now I have to pay monthly for something I did for free before. Nothing I can do about it except complain.

There were other things, but I’m getting more and more pissed off writing this blog, so I’m just going to hope that tomorrow will be a better day than today. I’m going to the doctor and maybe she will have a magic pill or be able to transfer my virus to some asshole that deserves to be sick. Maybe I’ll win a free coffee at Tim’s tomorrow and it’s possible that I will be able to let a little sunshine into my life and banish the clouds that have been hovering for a month or more. 


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