Been wanting one for a while now.
Off and on.
Which is a good indicator that it's more than just a passing impulse.
And I think a large part of it comes from the fact that I've been feeling increasingly trapped lately.
Which is itself something that had started earlier this year, culminating in a bit of a panic attack at work.
Thinking a catamaran... something that we could move aboard and bug out if things get particularly sketchy.
Meh.
We'll see.
That's what I've been missing.
That's the thing that's been pissing me off about the typical nine-to-five workday situation.
My eight hours aren't the same as someone else's eight hours.
Where they could be sitting and staring at the computer screen with glazed over eyeballs, I just knocked out my entire day's worth of tasking.
And yet we're both making the same amount of money.
And they're sitting there dumb and happy.
And I'm sitting here dumb and angry.
I just wanna rip the bandaid off and get about my day.
They're content to just let the bandaid fall off on its own.
Fuck.
Generally been my strategy for things through life these past forty some-odd years. Normally works out.
Not optimally, but it eventually balances out.
Somewhat.
This time, though, I've decided to apply that approach to health matters.
Started with a weird soreness in my lower belly area, and then gradually got worse.
To the point of doubling over in pain if I stand up after having sat down for an extended period of time.
Standing up is fine.
Laying down is fine.
But sitting will trigger that shit with an absolute vengeance and I've yet to figure out why.
Though I do know that it's not nearly as bad if I've got an empty(-ish) stomach. So I'm gonna start seriously limiting my intake.
Wasn't all that big to begin with, but I do drink a lot.
Both water and the boozes.
And a full bladder is just as heinous to whatever the hell it is as a full belly.
Meh.
Had me out of commission for a couple days this week so as not to snap at folk at work that have nothing to do with it.
Anyway.
Hope yours is a great one. Cheers.
Had an appointment to get Ghost's inaugural maintenance at 0800 on Saturday.
Woke up around 0600 and was strongly considering just... not going.
But nah, it's her first maintenance.
Milestones and shit.
Got there just a couple minutes early, checked in, and took a seat in the waiting area. Fortunately I'd brought along my crochet stuff so managed to kill time pretty effortlessly through the whole thing.
Though I was interrupted a couple times by one of the service representatives. First to tell me I'd requested maintenance I didn't need (bruh, I'm just following the guidance of the postcard Mazda sent me) and then to ask if I wanted to have the Bluetooth software update completed.
He warned me that it'd make my wait a bit longer, but I shrugged it off.
And I prolly shouldn't have done that.
Because for an oil change and a software update, I was sitting there for
At the end of it, he came out and unceremoniously gave me back my key and I deuced out.
...Without a receipt for the maintenance.
And my seat pushed as far back as it'd go.
And my rearview mirror adjusted.
And my A/C turned off.
Dafuq.
And then as I got home, I realized: I never have any proof that the maintenance folks actually do anything. Usually I've got the service receipt, but not this time.
And even when I do get the receipt... do they actually do what they claim to have done?
Man.
Fuck my brain.
In other news: short week this week because national stuff-your-face day.
Opting to come in on that day and take off the next because days off in the middle of the week are stupid. It's the work equivalent of waking up and hitting the snooze, only to have to wake up ten minutes later anyway.
Meh.
...Not that the job is remotely political, mind you. Just that the goddamn downtime I've got gives me nothing better to do.
But on the flip side, I get to watch Turnip staff his circus.
Musk and Ramaswamy are billionaires, thus unsuited for the role of discussing shit that will have potentially devastating affects for the regular person of America.
His CoS is a real life Dolores Umbridge.
His AG is a trafficker of humans, apparently.
His SECDEF is a rapist.
His Department of Education secretary is a... I don't even know how to put it into negative terms other than "WWE figurehead".
Golly I'm not looking forward to 20JAN.