Monday, August 19, 2013
Well, the insanity that is my career is starting to settle down to a dull roar again. I'm not going to bore you with all the crazy things my customers have been doing (although I was tempted to call the cops at one point; I will instead opt to send this person to another technician for the rest of his natural life). Suffice to say, I'm glad for the work and for the exponential increase in business, but JEEZ!!!! When you have a higher volume of traffic, you have a higher volume of loonies.
My knee is feeling a bit less cranky. I went biking three days in a row this weekend and had the following observation: I've only lost ten-ish pounds, but I can go faster with less effort. Imagine what I'll be able to do when I get to twenty or thirty pounds lost. I'll be able to travel at highway speeds. Those chihuahuas on the trail won't have time to nip at my tires. I will track down the Red Baron and smoke him and his knobby knees.
In the mean time, I am counting the days until my self-imposed exile the first week of September. When you start wishing you could have access to the Ark of the Covenant for the express purpose of melting faces off of people who annoy you, it's really time to step back and have a time out. I mean, there's cranky, and there's super-villain. I don't like capes and a secret lair is just one more blasted thing I have to clean, so I guess I'll just stick to being cranky.