things on wednesday
Not good:
- Overhearing the barista who just made my iced soy latte telling another customer that she was slightly high on cold medication which she took after waking up feeling all congested and draggy.
The quandary: do I ditch the coffee in hand and walk another three blocks to the next acceptable font of caffeination in order to avoid her germs and potentially spreading of them to coworkers and friends, on an airplane, etc., or do I have faith in my hearty immune system and pretend to be oblivious, realizing that the next barista may be infectious as well? In the spirit of trying to be more trusting and less worried, I ingested the diseased coffee. Besides, I rode the bus this morning. How do you think my immune system got so strong? <sneezes>
Good:
- The cherry almond scone which was handled by a different barista
- That my place is almost clean enough for the catsitter
- Thursday, as long as I don't get sick
- Getting reacquainted with favorite music from the past
Comments
I only made it through the first 26 seconds of that video. Although I like Aztec Camera and have quite a few Roddy Frame solo CDs, I'm sort of embarrassed to be a fan of a dude in so much eye makeup.
The operative word here is acceptable. Actually, it would only be another block and a half beyond the first place in one direction, but round-trip that makes three blocks.
I rather like the way the shape of his eyeliner parallels the texture of his hairs.
(I think there might be an unintentional pun in there.)
Public transit really is good for that, isn't it? I'll bet your immune system is rock-steady, though, as a result of all that exposure.
Tomorrow I will be on an airplane, with all those microbes in a closed system, surrounded by strangers basically breathing inches from my face ... maybe I should wear one of those little filter masks.
I am going to Cincinnati and Newport, Kentucky for a visit that will be entirely enjoyable.
It seems unthinkable that smoking was ever permitted on planes. I flew back in those days but don't think any those flights were long enough to be smoking flights. My mom, who was a smoker (and died of lung cancer), used to plan her cross-country travel with intentional stopovers so she could smoke on the way.
I should have, but didn't, and may well regret my decision tomorrow. (I'm kind of foolish that way.)
How could that checker's supervisor let her continue working under those circumstances? Yuck. I once observed a grocery dude restocking produce and sneezing just off to the side of the exposed fruit. It probably happens all the time. Here in the U.S. at least, it seems that many companies have a maniacal ethic to never miss work, even if it means contaminating everyone around you (including customers). If the employer doesn't directly imply pressure, the threat of lost wages (from lack of paid sick leave) spurs many people to work when they are ill. (end of rant)
Oh dear. That's one of the goofiest videos I've ever seen, eyeliner and all.
Great song. I've always liked the guitar solo.
Wow, that is a very long commute! (I seem to have survived two plane rides and an overdose of fun this trip, though snack items on the return flight finally pushed me over the edge on eating too much salt.)