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kingtycoonOkay then. You know, if you've nothing nice to say you're not meant to say anything at all. So silence becomes yet more golden. See - it's terrible here. That's all I can really say about it - it's terrible. Over the weekend there was supposed to be a thaw - well, not supposed to, but I look at the weather app on my phone at longingly think of the day someday in the future where the local temperature will rise above 35. When the ice will recede. It hit 36 or so on Saturday and that seemed almost balmy - freezing rain and 6 inch slush puddles weren't exactly a comfort, but did come close to being a relief. It all froze up again by the next morning and I've been a penguin on the ice all week long - snowstorms and a fierce wind.
It's wearing us all down, like a pencil used too often, sharpened up and asked to perform again and again. That's how it all feels. I'm trying hard to sleep through a lot of it - that's the best policy.
If you don't have something nice to say...
It's boring to go on and on about - but I'd like to make some record I guess, of what it was to be alive here and now. So for posterity: It's not very fun at all, it's kind of shitty.
At work tempers flare, there's conflict, at home the pantry is bare because I don't want to walk to the grocery, on the road the bus slides around corners and pedestrians take to the road because the sidewalks are not ever cleared.
We're all past having any feeling about this, any dislike, it's just an ongoing ordeal, punishment or torture, I feel like I'll come out of it on the other side alivie but badly compromised.
It's wearing us all down, like a pencil used too often, sharpened up and asked to perform again and again. That's how it all feels. I'm trying hard to sleep through a lot of it - that's the best policy.
If you don't have something nice to say...
It's boring to go on and on about - but I'd like to make some record I guess, of what it was to be alive here and now. So for posterity: It's not very fun at all, it's kind of shitty.
At work tempers flare, there's conflict, at home the pantry is bare because I don't want to walk to the grocery, on the road the bus slides around corners and pedestrians take to the road because the sidewalks are not ever cleared.
We're all past having any feeling about this, any dislike, it's just an ongoing ordeal, punishment or torture, I feel like I'll come out of it on the other side alivie but badly compromised.
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Date: 2014-02-07 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-08 02:40 am (UTC)I wish you didn't have to walk. If you lived closer I'd give you a ride.
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Date: 2014-02-08 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-08 08:52 pm (UTC)I think nurses are wanted everywhere. That's the good thing about the medical field. People are always sick. I'd never want to be a nurse, though. It's too much pressure working on holidays and weekends and midnights. Do you know that at some facilities if you're a nurse and your replacement doesn't show up that you can't leave? That's insane.
At least I don't have to worry about that. My job isn't *that* important :)