Egh.

Back Amidst The Toxins

Work started again today. Which gave me fresh perspective on life.
It's not horrible. Could be much worse. But DAMN do I hate downtown.

Also my gym's starting to get on my nerves again.

After nearly a week amongst folks who SPEAK (cuz it's part of their culture), Minnesota seems even colder, uglier and less friendly than usual. Starting my day passing those skunky little witches, who wanna glare past me as if I don't exist-slash-are some piece of shit that someone else was s'posed to shovel up. If not glare AT me to express their personal disapproval.

(Full and Honest Disclosure: Meanwhile, one of the Actually Cute Yoga Girls heading for a class in my office building kept bumping into me on the elevator ride to me floor. Not sure if it was mostly mat or mostly her--but it wasn't exactly a mistake. Not everyone's been nasty BUT who doesn't like feeling as if they belong? Or that they can talk to everyone at any time? Okay we'll continue)

And the TRAFFIC. What the hell??? Tell ya what, I'd never live in the county of this city. NEVER. They can't plan their way out of a wet and wide-open paper bag. You'd swear they get off on snarling up traffic as much as humanly possible. LISTEN PEOPLE. When you kill half of one road for I-dunno-a-YEAR or more? Don't start poking holes in the parallel street, too. To say nothing of my typical highway exit to work, which has been closed for months. Why, you ask? Construction? More lanes? Repaving, even? Newp. To serve as an entry ramp for all the REST of their highway fuckery.

They make me miss Texas. MAN do they ever. With eight-lane highways with adjoining six-lane 'service drives' and actual Real World FLYOVER LANES for major freeway interchanges. The way B and I would gaze at their flyover lanes...? You'd think we were watching pr0n.

I'm starting to remember to what extent my clothes and my car serve as Body Armor for Racist Minnesotan Assholes. When someone hurriedly slams the door of their car cuz Oh No One of THEM are walking up the street (yes, that happened today), at least I can think Know What? I drive that car, but yours is four years older and lacks my sunroof or in some other way deflect the daily indignities of other Inbred Shitbucket Assumptions. Yes, yes. I'm fully aware they're the other person's sad and pathetic cry for validation/self-worth, typically in a life far more miserable than my own. But that doesn't keep it from stinging a bit.

Were it solely up to me? Perhaps I'd quit my job and leave this town. But it isn't, so I'll stop myself there.