So the weather outside has been brutal ( think Fargo mixed with The Shining) and the daily commute from Downtown Cleveland to the ever-lovin' suburbs was quite a task, let me assure you. The snow started in the early afternoon, and hour by hour just kept getting worse. So by 3.30, everybody is freaking out and complaining about leaving early. Co-workers are stating that their cars are buried in snow, and that the roads are in bad shape. Now, if you read my previous blog entry (see below) you'll notice that I work at a downtown corporate office/bank. Ok, people around me want to leave, and I'm telling them, "Hey, I want to leave too, but the only roads the bankers care about are the ones paved with gold", and other such witty remarks. Anyways, lo and behold, they "allow" us to leave at 10 after 4, so now it's a mad dash to the bus stop, parking lot, or wherever you gotta go. (PLasma Center) I get on the bus, and at this point, it's bumper to bumper traffic, and I'm thinking, "We ain't movin' nowhere." I was partially right, cuz we moved 30 feet in as many minutes, with a long way to go as far as getting out of downtown was concerned. So, I started weighing my options. Do I stay in a warm , but turtle-like bus, or do I take my chances and maybe head down to Tower City to see what's doin. After sitting around a few more minutes, I make my decision. I figure, if I can make it to Tower City, and grab an RTa train to the west side, I'll be sittin pretty, more or less. So I'm huffin and puffin down Superior Ave passing all these cars that aren't moving one iota. Make it to Public Square, then down the stairs to see what the turnout is like to catch a train. I see that there are a few people, but it isn't so bad. Wait a few minutes, then the train arrives. It takes me to Lakewood (me humble neighborhood) and I start walking down the street. Holy spit, it is freezing, and the wind is kicking up something fierce. (Note movie references above) I decide to head over to the Mr. Hero's across the street and eat a sandwich and some tasty breadsticks (not a plug, I swear!). When I walk in, my face is beat red, and I'm all out of breath. Anyway, I eat and start to feel better, but I still have a 20-22 minute walk up the street to my apartment. I bundle up, and start moving. I can't walk on the sidewalk cause (A) no one has shoveled it, and (B) I can't find it (cuz no one has shoveled yet). But I keep hiking regardless. I go up the street, and I'm getting closer and closer, and I'm edging closer to the street, and it's like an uphill battle to walk some 20 blocks to said designation. Good thing I wrapped a t-shirt around my face, to try to block the elements out. But, sure enough, I finally made it home. The End
(You didn't think after all that, I would give you a downer ending, did you?)
A quick introduction to Heavy.
So, here I am sitting around on a quiet Saturday afternoon, and boy am I happy from having a slight reprieve from my soul sucking, cancerous, 40 hour a week day job. It's a corporate gig you know, with the gray walls, gray cubicles, gray work, and gray lives! Well, I can't speak for other people's lives, but this job was the last sort of thing I want to do. It's just a lot of repetitious work, very monkey robot like, and all I can say is, " Pack a pair of headphones!". Some people don't seem to mind, and for the life of me, I cannot understand that. But then again, I can barely relate to 98% of everyone there. I mean, they are nice enough people, but I feel I have very lttle in common. I just don't want to fall thru the cracks, being another cog in the corporate work machine, yuck. I'm told I should be happy enough, but the need to be excited about it disappeared a long time ago. I know I could go on and on about this, and I'm sure there are others who feel the same. I mean, is it any wonder our ability for critical thinking has gone down the tubes? When the vast amount of people work these robotic, going thru the motions type of gigs, everyone's brains will eventually turn to mush. Like I stated before, everyone has the headphones on, trying to entertain themselves hour after hour. Oh well. I suppose I could have related all of the above in a more entertaining and intellectually-stimulating way, but maybe all that wage labor has left me brain in a permanent state of suspended animation. All i know is, IT is a quiet Saturday afternoon.
