More grey and rainy here. I do sort of remember seeing some sunlight a few days ago, but it could just as well be a hallucination. Virginia has the amazing ability to be hot even without sunlight… It’s like some tropical greenhouse or something.
And people live here…
Ordered a pizza last night as I was just simply sick of TV dinners and fast food burgers. The first person I talked to at Domino’s wouldn’t get beyond the fact that I was using a cell phone, “We can’t deliver if you don’t have a regular phone” he said…
Now, I know that it makes little difference to the “Pizza Delivery System” whether or not I’m on a cell phone and that this was just a case of some shit kid not wanting to go though the hassle of actually entering, by hand even, my name and address. See, the PDS can reverse the phone number you’re calling from to your address so as to prevent 30 terabyte databases full of high-school data entry errors.
So I just called back until I got some other kid who was willing to put in the extra 15-20 seconds to type about 50 letters on a keyboard and ordered my pizza.
Unfortunately he entered all of the information wrong so the delivery kid had to call me and ask where I lived…
You can tell I’m from out of state though as I gather no one here orders “philly cheese steak” pizzas since the TV adds stopped. The final person I talked to there at Domino’s had to ask the supervisor, another kid, what it was…
Ahh, progress… It takes a literal army of late teen / early twenties kids to deliver me a simple pizza.
Anyways, I did eventually get the pizza I ordered and it was pretty decent…
Today I’ll be spending another 10-12 hours at the shop trying to do art in an automotive war zone. See, my office is on the upper floor of the main shop and the fire escape door is right next to my desk. By opening this door you look right down into lube bays one and two… Well, whatever chemical soup they use down there to do transmission flushed gives me killer headaches, which the guys there say will stop after a month or two of exposure…
Nice.
There is also the perpetual “brrrt! brrrt!” of the air tools, the shouting of the guys as they move cars in and out, the sounds of cars revving, exhaust smells… Imagine trying to do layout on a flyer whilst sitting in the pit at an Indy race.
It’s been tough for me as all of the sensory input is enough to drive the acclimated up a wall, and I came to this from what amounts to a monastery up in the Colorado mountains. I could literally spend an entire day up there just listening to the birds outside my windows and have that be the only noise.
Well, I’d better get to it, have a great day out there…
