1/18/06
Now that I've made the firm decision of leaving this apartment, I have put the payroll issue on the back burner. Plus I am going to be selfish and avoid doing anything like petition for streetlights on Yampa or start a neighborhood watch. There are a handful of permanent residents in the area. Everyone else are transient college students.
beauty
The view from the back stairs on my way out of the office was fucking beautiful. The sun had already gone behind the mountains but was still shining brightly. The sky behind the front range was clear but over Colorado Springs it was cloudy. These clouds reflected the light down on the mountains and foothills and the snow on the summits caught the light in just the right way that everything was golden. I couldn't stop looking at the scene.
nerves
Besides the bullshit anxiety I have about this neighborhood, work isn't helping the situation. Oh no, I'm not fearing for my job. The wrestling fan manager has been bringing in her four month old nearly every single day. He'll gurgle now and again and sometimes babble something but as the day progresses this kid just doesn't shut the fuck up. The sound sets my teeth on edge and raises my hackles. Fucking shit mang, leave it at home. It's work not god damned show and tell.
Valid xHTML Transitional!