Ok. So I know most of you readers are either randomly stumbling upon my blog at about 1:30 in the morning in a click-haze---or else you know me and are mad at me for not updating more often. The truth is, once I write something, it becomes more real, and not everything I want to be real.
There's that one thing...that i won't mention...that you all know happened, that I refuse to mention.
And life. Oh, wow; life. Life is not fun. At all. Let us embark on a journey we shall call
STORY TIME WITH GINGER!!
If I am a little vague, well, that's because you are in your click-haze still. Don't worry, something is bound to make sense some day.
Moved. Yay. Have more room. Yay. I started working at an animal shelter (if you are wondering which one, email me and i will let you know). So yeah.... i am in the office. I am Admin Assistant. I have a cubical. Wooo, the only cubical in the whole place. Yay! A cubical! Hah. It sometimes gets dark and a little lonely. And sometimes I get in a haze. Sometimes it gets cold. When that happens I take a walk to the mailbox to check the mail. By the time I have made it five steps out the door I am sweating. That's right. The end of September. Sweating.
Anyways, I have recently had the wonderful privilege of updating the website. I love *twitch* getting in my haze *twitch* when I can't figure out where something *twitch* is. But that is ok though, i told the website who is boss. It's been being nicer lately.
I also get to work on the newsletter, which hasn't been published since February. Oh, and also on my lunch break now if I have extra time I have been going into the cat room and letting them all flock to me. It is cool. As I may have already told you, you can look any direction and there is a cat. The ceiling; there is a cat way up there sleeping.
I was almost killed the other day. I guess that's news worthy.
I was in the left turn lane (there are two left turn lanes here, i was in the *right* left turn lane). Normally I do not go here so that I don't have to merge on the on ramp. I was at the front of the line, I figured it would be ok.
Light turned green, go go go; and there are people coming from the opposite direction that have a yield to get onto the same on ramp. There are shrubs in the way of them seeing anyone coming. So as I'm getting closer a couple cars dart out in front of me. Ok, jerks, you were faster than me go you. Then suddenly this white truck is going just as fast as I am up his yield area; and is shoved into my lane. I had to swerve to avoid him killing me because he is a moron. There was no where for him to go, there was a cement wall on the other side of him. Luckily, I was aware of where the other cars were around me and knew that it was safe to swerve.
I plan on writing several different places in the city government so that they all understand this hazard. Those people should have to wait for the light, because this is such a busy area. My co-worker said that that same thing happened to him in that same spot. The idiots who are not yielding just look at you like you are the idiot. Man; I HATE IDIOTS.
Oh, moving on finally to why I named this post what I named it.
Once upon a time, on a vacation to Tennessee, a certain person had several music cds about the civil war and Lookout Mountain. I loved the music.
Years later, I asked who it was, what was the album name? anything? I don't know what you're talking about.
Research provided nothing more than me knowing that it is NOT by the Drive By Truckers.
Last night, at work, a song came on. It was a classical version of one of their songs. It made me so angry because nobody knew who it was, but one person recognized it. I have no way of knowing who it was. I will try to find a playlist for that music station: i don't know what type they have, but it is some type of satellite radio. Until then, ARGH!
That's all for now, you may resume your regular hazy broadcasting.
