|Who Shat in the Oatmeal?|
December 9, 2004
I've been in a grumpy mood all damned day. Woke up, didn't want to get out of bed, but finally succeeding dragging myself into the shower. Since I felt about as alert as Dub-ya, I caught a lift with R rather than put my silly ass in a ditch somewhere. I wish I had been able to doze off rather than be exposed to further irritants.
First off was the drive. Because of my zombified ways, we got out the door a little late, but things appeared to be going swimmingly as we whizzed down I-95. The normal morning back-up hadn't even crept up to our exit yet, which is amazing since it is the first one before the DC beltway. That's when it went wrong. The route we take down to Silver Spring (MD212) was backed-up like a clogged sink -- stuff moving along aimlessly but not really getting anywere. It took roughly 50 minutes to go 5 miles -- and I'm likely over estimating the distance. I don't deal well with traffic normally and I was starting to go into a low blood sugar state so my language started getting a little more than colorful.
R has a habit of listening to NPR and that generally puts me out like a light for some reason, but not this morning. They did a story about the Personal Effects command at the Aberdeen Proving Grounds north of Baltimore. It's the place that they send all the personal items of those killed in combat. They talked about how each person's items are kept separate, inventoried, and cleaned if necessary before being returned to their family. They explained how their staff had doubled to nearly a 100 over the past year, and how some people had left because of the stress of the job. I can't say I blame them. I can't fathom how you could deal day in and day out with the letters, photos and other items from a person who had lost their life in Iraq. How can you look at what was left of someone's son, daughter, mother, father, wife or husband? It would be so thoroughly morbid as well as infuriating. So many lives wasted on a war based on a lie and some arrogant man's idea of what is right.
So, I was in a fine humor all day because of it. I found myself fighting a headache and just generally wanting to be a bear. It didn't help that some of the franchisees that I have been working with were an absolute pain in the ass today, seemingly calling every five minutes for simple shit that they should have already known or been able to figure out. At least some of the items for my projects were able to move ahead today and I think I impressed one of the VP's with my forthrightedness. Nothing like someone with the balls to tell you that something is completely fucked.
The coup de grace for today was another 1 1/2 hour drive home in shitty weather with people seemingly wrecking every 20 feet. The typical just add water for instant traffic cluster fuck that is so common in the DC area. As badly as some people drive in it, you would almost think that they have never seen rain before. Just revisiting it in my head has my blood pressure up and my headache roaring back.
I think its time to go to bed just to be done with this pissant day.