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So I get to work, and every staff parking lot is blocked off. Every single one. Even the parking garage is closed. I park in the Dental Center lot, even knowing they usually ticket us lowly daycare people for that. The guard comes, tells me we have to move our cars, and that they opened the lot a block away. Gee, thanks. So I go out and move my car and the Infant lead teacher's car. Just as I'm finally getting back into the building (did I mention it's raining?), the guard smiles and informs me, "Oh, they just opened the parking garage."
Ahem.
I was good. I did not throttle him. It is not his fault. He is a very nice old man just doing his duty. He is not at fault just because his boss is a grade-A moron and can't figure out the one tiny student lot will not hold all of faculty, staff, and graduating student vehicles. Goobers.
( Television Rant )
Okay, enough ranting about television. Time to rant about protesters!
The protesters outside my apartment moved to the other entrance of the country club after about an hour, and probably a lot of protests from the people living in the apartment complex. They set up several more large inflated animals, namely skunks and rats. It turns out they're all union workers, protesting what I think said House Bill 96. I'm not entirely sure what that is, and I tried to look it up on the internet. I couldn't find anything about a Delaware house bill 96. The closest thing I've found is Texas HB 96, which would limit the right of same-sex couples to adopt children. Somehow I don't think that's it, even if I personally think that's a very silly proposal. Whatever it is they're protesting, I'm afraid I lost even more sympathy when I saw the word 'union'. I'm kind of vehemently opinionated on the idea of unions, despite my general bleeding-heart liberal distrust of large industry. Besides, the putzes were blocking traffic, which really is an unforgiveable sin. ;) They had a kid with a snare drum though, beating out time to their chants. Gotta love that someone got to use their high school band experience! Go band geeks! Anyway, by the time we returned home from watching Buffy, the protesters were gone, and all was quiet. They can raise a ruckus all they want so long as I get to sleep. Yes, I'm all self-centered and evil like that.
Today will be pretty quiet. I'm back at work with a laundry list of things to do before tomorrow, but the boss is down in Dover, so it's just the laundry list and nothing else. I'm hoping to bang it all out before noon. Yay!
Ahem.
I was good. I did not throttle him. It is not his fault. He is a very nice old man just doing his duty. He is not at fault just because his boss is a grade-A moron and can't figure out the one tiny student lot will not hold all of faculty, staff, and graduating student vehicles. Goobers.
( Television Rant )
Okay, enough ranting about television. Time to rant about protesters!
The protesters outside my apartment moved to the other entrance of the country club after about an hour, and probably a lot of protests from the people living in the apartment complex. They set up several more large inflated animals, namely skunks and rats. It turns out they're all union workers, protesting what I think said House Bill 96. I'm not entirely sure what that is, and I tried to look it up on the internet. I couldn't find anything about a Delaware house bill 96. The closest thing I've found is Texas HB 96, which would limit the right of same-sex couples to adopt children. Somehow I don't think that's it, even if I personally think that's a very silly proposal. Whatever it is they're protesting, I'm afraid I lost even more sympathy when I saw the word 'union'. I'm kind of vehemently opinionated on the idea of unions, despite my general bleeding-heart liberal distrust of large industry. Besides, the putzes were blocking traffic, which really is an unforgiveable sin. ;) They had a kid with a snare drum though, beating out time to their chants. Gotta love that someone got to use their high school band experience! Go band geeks! Anyway, by the time we returned home from watching Buffy, the protesters were gone, and all was quiet. They can raise a ruckus all they want so long as I get to sleep. Yes, I'm all self-centered and evil like that.
Today will be pretty quiet. I'm back at work with a laundry list of things to do before tomorrow, but the boss is down in Dover, so it's just the laundry list and nothing else. I'm hoping to bang it all out before noon. Yay!
