Before I being I should just say that I’m spent. Spent. 100%. Nothing left. Exhausted, tired and defeated among many vibrant adjectives that could be used to describe how I feel. I think really the only situation I can think of would be star trek. You know when your going at warp 10 and all you can see is stars passing you by, and the next second all the stars around you slow down and turn from lines to dots. As captain of the ship you sit there and realize you don’t want to slow down, but there is something wrong. Something terribly wrong. “Scotty, I need more power!”.
/ugh.
Where to begin? I suppose yesterday would be a good place to start, lets say at work? We have a new client coming on board that is supposedly pretty big and of course whenever there are projects due, stress ensues for everybody involved. Work that was done has to be redone for whatever reason, projects are of up most importance and priorities. Overall it’s just a convoluted, chaotic streamlined process that some how some way comes together at the very end. It always done. Not just at my current job but everywhere deadlines are involved. At least that’s been the case in my life.
Now that I think about it, just getting INTO work was a nightmare. The roads here in Denver are horrendous and CDOT is lacking at best. The roads were a concoction of water/ice/black ice and slop. Mix in a couple idiots with large SUV’s and you have a making of an accident just waiting to happen. I sent out yesterday to get into work early and by early I mean aiming before 8 oclock. 9:15 is when I made it in. What is normally a 5 minute drive took about an hour. Whether it be the knucklehead who got stuck in the middle of the intersection for 20 minutes blocking traffic, or the ford pickup truck who thought he could go a 100 miles an hour into an onramp only to realize the roads are pretty slick. *grumbles* Regardless, it took forever.
Add that to work, which is only sudo stress. Don’t get me wrong, work isn’t even stressful, but it’s not a joy ride either.
Next stop was the Colorado Caucus to vote for who we wanted to be the next candidate. **SPOILER** Barack won by a 3 to 1 decision. Unfortunately it wasn’t that clear of a decision elsewhere, but I digress. The whole atmosphere was rather weird. As soon as you walked in and saw the enormous crowds gathering, you could taste hate, fear and hope, all in one breathe. At work we were discussing(or at least I was) how corrupt the voting system can be, and how no system could ever officially work. The reason being that we as humans are dishonest and there is no real way of ensuring that the public’s voice is heard. I only say that, not to be a negative nancy, but to voice my concerns over it’s massive security loopholes. No plan is perfect, an so I’m sure my cries are cast upon deaf ears. Think about it. When you raise your hand for your canidate, your assuming whoever is writing it down is casting your vote for the correct party, and then, who takes that piece of paper? Where does it go? Who moderates the people who are counting the votes? Again, it goes down to honesty. My main point being is my vote is just a number, and a number and be fudged from here to china with nobody knowing. /sighs. Getting back to the caucus. For those who have never been it’s exhilarating. I love thought induced debates. Not that I provoke debates, but I’m always up for discussion, especially if it’s something I deeply care about, and my country being one of them. We took our first straw poll, divvied up into our respected groups, and thats really where the “fun” ended. I only say that because it’s now at this point that everybody is in our groups that we can give “speeches” regarding why our candidate is better than the other. I’ve determined there are a few types of people that are at these caucuses and I hope I can shed some insight for future generations, or even document it for my own reference in the future.
- Type A. The people who are there just because their spouses drug them along, and really could care less.
- Type B. The spouse, who’s extremely dedicated to a particular canidate.
- Type C. The Crazies. These are the ones who hear one thing on TV without doing the research, and follow it with all of their heart, to the ends of the earth. They are also the ones who feel the need to rebut anything positive about the opposite candidate.
- Type D. The Civils. They have done their research and educated on the topics, and sit back and relax and watch the crazies go after each other. They have respect for all sides of the coin and believes common sense should prevail.
- Type E. The Cheerleader. It doesn’t matter what was said, the cheerleader will sit and clap and cheer for his/her candidate of choice. Everybody may be right, but the cheerleader is dedicated even if on a losing side.
I’d like to think of myself as type D. Although I’ve shifted from Type C to Type E on occasion. I think it’s only normal that everybody has a little bit of these types in them, but from what I gathered that would be Type D. Anywho … it was very touching to see reasons why people vote. What issues people vote for and why, and what issues were most important to them and why. There were touching stories of medicade, the war in IRAQ, economic issues. All of which made me wonder if I was on the wrong side, and at the same time further cemented my choice in my candidate. It made me see just how many people care, how many people want to see our country succeed and further more it was really touching to see others who were there for not only themselves, but felt obligated to be there for their fellow man. Anyways, it’s at this point that we should be giving stump speeches for our candidates. Back and fourth it went and for a while it got semi-nasty. It turned from stump speeches to a debate rather quickly and I was shocked to see how arrogant and forthcoming some people were. But what do I know …
Afterwards I went back to work. Stayed until midnight only to wait for my train in 13 degree weather, only to find out that it was delayed a half hour. I got home, took a shower, only to get out of the shower with 2 inches of water on the floor from a flooding toilet. /shrug. An hour or so later after cleaning up the mess, I sit down, grab a beer only to spill it all over my couch. /shrug. What else? So I didn’t get but an hour or two of sleep.
Today was my tax day. I had to spend 3 hours, and $1200 with the biggest theif ever which takes the name Sallie Mae in order to get the appropriate paperwork to file my taxes. It’s a long story and I don’t want to get into it because it’ll really get me going … I get my taxes done, only to feel naked and robbed. Very disappointing …
Which leads me to here. Tired. Sore. Exhausted along with every other descriptive adjective I’ve yet to come across.
But you know something? It’s alright. I only say that because I take solace in knowing that the bottle beckons and my couch calls for me, and maybe, just maybe I’ll laugh a little before bed.
Night All,
-kc
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