I live walkable from a great grocery store, a decent produce store, a coffee shop, and a bookstore. Plus the casual carpool stop and a bus stop that can get me into downtown SF in 25 minutes if I want. If it weren't for the (possible) drug dealers across the street, and the highway noise and constant traffic, I'd probably be willing to stay where I am. But with luck I can move a little ways and still have the walkability.
ION, I just had a really good chat with my boss about the dysfunctionality of my office and My Nemesis. He really wishes we would just yell at each other and be done with it, but (a) we're women and strongly socialized not to; and (b) it wouldn't make any difference in how she operates anyway. He seems to think a couple of different things in process will help the situation: me, I'm skeptical but I promised not to drag him into any more spats. He's got a lot on his plate.
I have continual issues at work with my use cases. I don't think anyone ever had been happy with my writing up of them. But even when I copy and paste from previous examples, I can never seem to please anyone except the business. IT finds me too confusing. I'm confused. And pissed off. I'm supposed to be good at this.
I was supposed to have taken this afternoon off, but I've been on email throughout. And I just realised I have a meeting at eight. Genius.
I am a few blocks from a Trader Joe's and our great mall. And I work from home these days, so my car is collecting a lot of dust. Happiness.
I haven't done so yet, but I'm now walking distance to Costco and a really nice farmer's market/organic food store and some good Mexican restaurants.
Unrelatedly, how is it still only Wednesday?
My downstairs neighbor just called me in. She s hearing a cat meowing in her wall. I locate my cat-- who is not in a wall, or near her wall. I hear the cat n the wall. I go outside and look for a cat. Her grandson goes to the basement to look for a cat. I go upstairs and make my cat meow to see if it was the same sound. It is not.
If she hears it again she is gong to call 311, but gosh I hope kitty gets out on its own, because I am not up for this.
how is it still only Wednesday
I know! Feels like Thursday. Possibly because so many Thursdays are actually Friday to me. But not this Thursday, boo.
My bathroom sink is backed up: I may have to take the trap apart to clear it. Argh.
I can report that walking to Costco is the most ridiculous thing ever. You can only buy like three items, and everyone thinks you're a crackpot.
Maybe I need to buy a Granny cart! They sell them at Costco!
Oh yeah, that would be perfect! For whatever reason, I never had one in NYC.
Walking to CostCo would take away 37% of my frustration going there. Sadly, only some of that is their parking lot. Most of it is that it requires me to go through the Four Way Stop of UR DOING IT WRONG*ness. Worse, I have to turn left there.
* I want to stand there some day and handy out pamphlets. With diagrams. And frowny faces. The actual law too. Possibly with an essay on why trying to be nice instead of being legal is really dangerous. Why won't they do it right?
