too long ago, too far apart

after all of the Labor Day brou ha ha (spelling, anyone?), I was still bitter about having to have a two and a half hour meeting at nine in the morning. a Monday morning meeting on a supposed DAY OFF. additionally, it was a bunch of fluff that I could have been absent from. it was almost as infuriating as sitting in a auto dealer's office only to be told that they couldn't work with us. we drove a few minutes south on the same road and my wife and I drove off in a 2000 Kia Sportage.

the car wasn't the first choice on my list, but she's been wanting one for as long as I can remember. by the time that nine o'clock rolled around, I was ready to pass out. she's happy though, and that made me happy as well.

dreamworld is just about to fall

I was showering the other day, and watched out the window as the garbage men were doing what they do.

I thought of how efficient they were (despite launching everyone's cans INTO the back of the garbage truck).

I wondered if I was that good at what I do, or if I just did enough to get by.

Later on, I was reminded that I forgot to take out one of the garbage cans.

so, I suppose I'm just not a good garbage person.