the day's theme

Yesterday I thought I'd need to drive to Melinda's place, what with there being a dead and very smelly rodent somewhere too high for her to reach, but she figured out the corpse was within the gap between the ceiling and the roof so she decided to put up with the aroma. After all, it's so dry around here that the thing should soon turn into a mummy. Once it became clear my services wouldn't be needed in Santa Fé, I drove to a place near work where I dropped off the toxic substances that had been accumulating in our garage. Removing all those paint pots and containers of grouting cleaners sure cleared up a lot of space. After that, I went to the nearby bookstore and acquired Charles Stross's "The Jennifer Morgue". Yes, I'm still reading "The Suicide Kings" and next on my list are a bunch of Hugo nominees and some other novels, but I felt like buying a book. So there. I was going to then drop by the comics store and get the latest issue of Terry Moore's "Rachel Rising", about a town where some people have a problem with staying dead, then I remembered that it's coming out today.

the most important reminder

Today was a days of reminders. That I'd be a better team lead than what we have. That, for all my knowledge, my higherups see me as nothing but a handyman unless there's a problem. That they'll never consult me, or keep me in the loop. That there's no point in expressing my concerns to the boss because he's never done anything to resolve the situation. The most important reminder though is that NONE OF THIS MATTERS. One day, soon, I'll leave and they'll be floundering and drowning in their own refuse.