fellonearth

Well, another weekend has passed me by and what did I do? Why work, naturally. *sigh* Today I found out that the manager is going to quit tomorrow morning, and I'm sure that the proverbial shit is going to hit the fan when he does. It really sucks because I liked working with him, and now the boss is going to be around all the time (picture an aging and bald-headed denum wearing yeti with a bad attitude and no integrity). I'm not looking forward to having him lurking around, driven by his suspicions, always blaming of others (especially his employees) for his own incompetence. I guess that I should have known there'd be a psyco behind the name of Cyco-Path Bikes. What the hell am I doing working there anyways? It's been almost a year and all I've learned is that I don't know shit about bikes. Ok, not totally true, but I've grown very weary of working for "the man". I've seen him screw too many others and I'm not about to be thrown into the mix. Time for a strategic withdrawl and reassessment of my situation. I need to go meditate atop a mountain for a year to figure things out. (Actually, a nice beach or trout stream would suffice). Ok, who's got the patience for that, besides, I've got bills to pay. Hmm, what to do with my life, what to do? I wish I were a photo journalist, no wait an architect, er, I mean an archeologist, oops, I meant antrhopologist... Hmm, what would Plato do?

Oh, that reminds me. I got rear-ended today while waiting in the drive-through at In-N-Out Burgers (mmmm, double-double, 'animal style' ...) Some old lady in a white honda must not have been paying attention and rolled forward bumping her car into mine. At first she thought I'd rolled back until I reasoned with her; uh, I'm in an automatic, waiting in line at the drive through when suddenly I decide to put the car into reverse immediately after pulling forward? She didn't argue with that after saying she thought she'd put her car into neutral... Oh well, she just hit my spare tire that is attached to the rear of my vehicle instead of the car itself. There wasn't even a scratch on my car (other than all the others that it has accumulated over time). Unfortunately for her, the hood of her vehicle was crunched and it pushed down into the grill on the front of the car, ouch. She said she'd never been in an accident before, but thanked me for being pleasant about dealing with the whole thing. Apparently she used to work for a legal office that dealt with accident injuries, so she's seen how ugly people can get over auto accidents. I almost laughed when she'd asked me if I had any pain in my neck (I guess we know what type of legal office she worked for)... I said it was up to her if she wanted to, but I I wasn't going to bother reporting it. Depending on her deductable, she just may have to. I just hope it doesn't affect my insurance because of her negligence. (Apparently, there is a video camera at In-N-Out that may have captured the whole incident, but I don't think it will be necessary to ask for a copy). I the end, I was happy; the jolt made me realize how superficial some things can be, and I just kept thinking about how much worse things could be in a major accident. It was actually quite funny because someone else in a new car had just gotten into an accident and rolled by us as we were exchanging information (the wheel was rubbing against a mishappen fender and you could see into the engine compartment through the missing panels) after a good laugh, I ate my double-double guilt free.

Oh, one blazing detail sticks out in my mind. When she had her ID out, I noticed that she had a membership card to the Republican National Committee at the very front of the card organizer. Complete with the bloated GOP elephant whose trunk reminds me of limp gas pump hose. I suppose that was the only unplesant part of the whole experience...