Well, I won't pretend to be sad that my flight back to work got cancelled since NY got a shockingly normal (for the 1980's and 1990's) amount of snow and shitty weather.
I was supposed to fly out tomorrow. It's such a shit show between the bad weather, and DHS being held hostage by that trashbag sodomite Schumer and his flying sacks of shit friends so Fast Finger Freddie and the TSA boys aren't getting paid to perform security kabuki, causing cancellations on their own prior to the weather being bad.
I'm finding life to be more rewarding by disengaging some from politics especially online... but this is some bullshit.
That being said, it may be bullshit, but regardless, the first flight to NY I can get is on Friday so I'm getting an impromptu extension to my vacation. I am... not sad about this, though I also of course am not getting paid, either, maritime companies in general subscribing to St. Paul's "He who will not work, nor shall he eat." to paraphrase.
It'd be cooler if my house wasn't a dump. Renovations are at peak impingement of my day-to-day, with no appliances in the kitchen, no furniture on the 1st floor, and my fridge in my garage, which doesn't sound bad but OTOH I cooked breakfast this morning on an ironing board in my bedroom and the toaster is on my nightstand.
I'm not a TV watcher, but I kinda wish I could watch my TV even so, but then again, I'd be sitting on a box to do so even if it was on the wall rather than behind a Jenga style stack of 3 sections of my couch stacked vertically about 10 feet tall.
I bitch, but it's starting to come back together. The floor guys arrive tomorrow for tiling and it's lovely outside here, cold for Florida, meaning 60's in the day and 50's at night so I have been enjoying the sun and the not sweating, but not as much as I enjoy the not freezing my balls off of being at work this time of year.
So, tomorrow, when normally I'd be on the plane at 6am, I'll be asleep in bed. This is better, and in a few days I'll be up north anyhow, with plenty of time to enjoy the brown dirty snow and wet, cold feet and wet,cold people.
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Sometimes God or Murphy gives you a gift. If Murphy gives it to you, be very suspicious. God? Remember to thank Him.
Judy, sometimes I wonder if you are who you say you are, or if you are Miss Judy, the groundbreaking female executive who used to insist on giving us a hug at crew change, so that we could know we are known, loved and remembered in case we met Jesus during the tour, and also so she could smell if we smelled like booze, so we could be fired and put in irons and arrested before we stepped foot on the company's expensive boats.
50’s at night! I’m just up the road in Okeechobee and it was 34 last night, its just 43 at 9:30 am. Sorry about the upheaval in your home.
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