I went to the old house to resume cleaning. I was really beat and bummed for work reasons I'll explain below. Basically, I mostly went to see if the house washed away.
We are in the fscking monsoon season around here. I've worked really hard on drainage but still. Anyway, tere was sone water. I think it spilled over the gutters (I need to get that guy to clean them) and under the back door. I also need to outdoor caulk across the outside sill on that door.
It occurred to me: I used to love the rain. The sound, the smell, the new life... Then I bought a house. Welcome to the fucking Terror Dome. When it rains I think of all the stuff that's being destroyed. One of the upsides to renting is that I like rain again. It's all someone else's problem now.
So I did a couple hours of cleaning and packed it in when it was still light - 8:30 or so.
I was driving up 29 and saw that I had to get gas. I wove all over looking for gas. I pulled to the left lane for a Shell station - $3.91 Then I saw an Exxon at $3.85 on the other side a short distance away. So I was sitting at the front of the intersection at a red light - a stale red light. I backed up and got two lanes over. If I were more of a pig I could have gotten all the way over because the lanes were basically empty. I was able to cross three more lanes easily.
So I got my gas and headed out.
Then it dawned on me. There were no cars. I should not have been able to *think* about crossing any lanes at a red light. Normally, PG county is a savage mosh pit until well after dark. There should have been at least 5 cars deep in all 5 lanes. Then I realized that my drive to the old house during rush our was mellow.
Ladies and Gentlemen: This $4 gas is really starting to bite. Hard.
About work. We just got reorged. Basically the whole business unit was denoted a level in the hierarchy from "Group" to "Operation". Work that we were hoping fore didn't come in so we got paired with another group in Denver. Basically, the worker bees like me are all OK. We eliminated managers and support staff. My Division was hit pretty hard: One contract lady, a secretary, my boss and his boss. There were 8 people out of about 80 that got whacked. Out Group Vice President Rick got whacked two weeks earlier. Gary, our new boss assured us this was it. They did it quick like they say you should. All this is after my homie Paul got whacked a month ago.
It needed to happen. There were just too many people on overhead and too fscking many managers. I've long felt that I was a thin layer of grease under a thick slab of Baby Boomers. But still it sucks. There is a palpable sense that all the history and culture of this group through the decades is really and truly gone. This group held a contract for 40 years (lost 2 years ago). That was arguably too long but there was a weird loyalty, institutional memory, and people who stayed for 20, 25, 30 years. That was a fairy bubble in this world. Now it got thin and popped.
We kind of held on for these last 2 years or so through two moves trying to regrow into our old style with some modest changes. Didn't work.
*sigh*
Now maybe I can get a raise.
I found out who I'm working for. I like the guy. Ex NSA Prowler officer in Europe. I've rubbed shoulders with him before.
Dan, I guy who I've struggled with before but have since gotten to really like is shuffled to a different group. It's not like we're on different planets though. We'll probably still do lunch and I'd like his input on my skunkworks projects.
Later.
Tags: moving, work
Current Location: New Apartment
Current Mood:
melancholy