Saw an example of this at the airport Sunday afternoon, a guy in a line for higher status frequent fliers bullying his way past a guy who was first in line before an available Delta counter person, only for a tech to step in and shut down that particular station because the scale was misbehaving. The person he shoved aside, and one other person besides ended up getting served before the fuming bully boy finally got his bag checked in. I passed by that guy en route to my gate after getting through security, and if I read the info correctly, he still had a half hour to wait before boarding, so Iím not sure what his malfunction was (plumbing, perhaps?). But I enjoyed a little chuckle at his expense. That hasnít come back to bite me yet, but if it does, I suppose Iíll just accept that token of the universeís sense of humor and move on.
Listening this afternoon to the Fade to Bluegrass albums by a band called Iron Horse, who put a twangy twist on Metallica music. Amusing myself by trying to line up the music streaming via spotify to the Metallica tracks I have ripped to my computer. As I was expecting, it doesnít work perfectly because the bluegrassers are operating at a different tempo than the thrashers (most of the time). Besides that, Iím hopping up on caffeine in an attempt to stay awake going back over documents Iíve stared at before. Still donít have access to the system here, making me feel a bit useless. Hovering over teammatesí shoulders seems intrusive as they are struggling with a new system that was set up a) differently from the training material suggested it would be and b) before the help desk types knew what they were talking about. A little bit of the blind leading the blind going on. And then thereís me, with my hands tied behind my back (re: the lack of access).
The above was written about 1 PM, and now itís just past 4 pm, and slight movement has occurred, a little dodge affording me a glimpse of what Iíll get to play with eventually. So I feel less useless. I did also pop out for a spot of lunch in the intervening hours, which may also play some small role in chippering up the old outlook. That said, my brain is hurting a bit with trying to dredge up all the long past deposited knowledges and memories I used to know. Not in any physical, I have a headache sense, but more in a, ďdagnabit, I KNOW where it is, I used that setting often, why canít I remember where it lives?Ē with far more colorful, yet still silent language, as after all Iím still at the workplace. By now, Iíve gone back to the source, and am listening to Metallica proper (defined in my book as pre-black album material, though the self-titled effort is deemed acceptable). Back I go to dive into the system and play at teasing out the mighty thinks that once roamed my brainplains!
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Iron Horse's version of my fave Metallica song, "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"
And Metallica's original Sanitarium for comparison