The Envelope Please....
Is it just my job PTSD acting up or am I in for some serious shite when I go in to work today? I don't know. I can't tell. Other than Science Boy's email to me on Thursday, I saw no other email flying back and forth. Which is probably because it went on in the stratosphere above my unworthy head.
Will I be back today sooner than my usual 5:30-ish, 6-ish? Time will tell.
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In the meantime, a rant
One of the supermarkets near me - which I don't go to, for this very reason - has something like "Mommy parking". These are choice spaces right out front. In Jersey, parking is an art, a science, and a blood sport, especially the closer you get to the Turnpike.
I first saw this about ten years ago and thought, why do I have to give up a choice parking spot just because Tony and Tina decided to let loose their spawn upon the world?
When I went to IKEA last week (which is literally right next to the Turnpike), I saw at least forty parking spaces marked "Family friendly!".
Look, the wheelieman spaces just make sense. These are intended for people who need them to get their business done without adding the additional burden of wheeling the half an acre through the parking lot.
No matter that the temptation has been very strong a couple of times (in the rain or slush, when I knew I would just be running in and out), I haven't used a wheelieman space.
But these family friendly things bug me. Should the ability to reproduce guarantee good parking? Does it make them somehow better and more worthy than me?
What about the guy I saw waiting in the pick-up area, where you wait for the stacks of boxes you ordered to be delivered to you, who was talking on the phone while his seven, yes, that's right, SEVEN brats were running wild? (And yes, they were literally running wild.) He was from an ethnic group that believes the care of children should be left to wives and his was absent. And when I did see him hug a child, it was one of the boys.
Hereby decided - I'm not observing the 'family friendly' stuff. Not no how, not no way. That fact that you are eight months pregnant and are holding two toddlers by the hand cuts no ice with me. It was your choice. Live with it.
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Welcome back to traffic hell
Because all the breeder have unleashed their spawn back into school (did you know it costs $10,000 a year to "educate" each kid in public school in New Jersey?), traffic will now become hell again.
Thanks.
And have a nice day.
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