rain

Woo, slightly stormy day and the power has already gone out twice in 58 minutes. WOO.

Bring it, storm. Bring it good. I was smart enough to bring the Blazer to work instead of my bike and my work computer is on a battery backup. I have nothing to fear. (Except typing with my brace on, which I haven't done in far too long, but even that I can deal with without much trouble.)

We need a good, hard, long rain. The world is drying up here, too hot and dry. The trees are shedding their leaves, the grass has been brown since June, and it really looks like we're baking the world here in the Midwest.

Edit 9:01 THREE TIMES!

lottery and life

danawoods was talking about what her dream job would be if she won the lottery and only worked to have something to do, and it made me think about what I would do in the same situation.

( So I cut here for length )

So pretty much I would do what I'm doing now, I would just do more of it, and locate myself in a better place to do everything I love most. This ties in to another thought I had the other day while riding my motorcycle home from the library, a bag full of research books on my back.

Somehow I've become the person I wanted to be. Sure, I have tons of things to do still, and ways I'd like to change, but the things I always thought would make me be happier being me, I've done them, I've built the person I wanted to become when I was a child.

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And during this, I just dealt with the client to beat all clients, a man who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to yell at me because I'm a woman even though I'm not the one who dealt with him originally. Right now I feel like saying fuck off, blowing up at him, and walking out, so maybe ignore all that talk earlier about enjoying my day job.

When I call him back, I am going to tell him I will not accept being yelled at and if he continues, I will not deal with him. However, I'm so ready to walk the fuck out. Goddamnit, men, why do you make it so easy to hate you. Just because I don't have a dick doesn't mean you can treat me any different from the guys in the office.

I love working in construction, but sometimes, the misogyny kills me. Fuck you, you fucking sexist prick.