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Damned Gremlins!
Nov. 15th, 2005 08:43 amYesterday was obviously gremlin day. That is the ONLY rational explanation. Things just refused to work out for me all day long, and it was the fault of the gremlins.
I left the office a bit early to hit the gym. As I parked my Jeep in the parking garage, like I have done a million times before, my garage ticket flew out of my hand. That shouldn't have been a problem. How far could it go? 10 minutes later, after tearing apart my Jeep, I couldn't find it. Damn! When I got to the gym, they handed me an "exception ticket" but told me that that only worked as a validation to trouble-tickets. If I had LOST my ticket, there might be a problem. Grrr. After my workout, I found one of the security personnel in the garage. He verified that I would have to purchase a replacement ticket. $14.00!!!! TOO much. So I decided once again to look in the Jeep. I tore it apart again - no such luck. So back down to the ticket box I went to get a new ticket. Annoying! Then I returned to the Jeep, got in, removed the club, and got ready to put it in gear. What should be sitting RIGHT on the dash in the instrument panel? My original ticket.
DAMNED GREMLINS!!!!!!!
My next mission involved getting to the Central Justice Department to attend Traffic School, part 1. Oh joy... Oh rapture. I knew roughly where it was - part of the big complex close to the house. But where? I parked, and figured I would look on the general map - somehow among the city hall, library, central courts, etc., there was no listing for the central jusice department. And the clock was ticking! I raced out of there, and got to the parking attendent, other parking ticket in hand (damned gremlins!) and asked where I should go. Fortunately, I was right next to the right building. Erugh? You'd think the map would have mentioned that! Then came the next question - how does one get IN to that building? Ever seen a huge office building, and it doesn't seem to matter where in the world you are, you are on the back side of the building? Welcome to my world. GREMLINS!
Eventually, I found the way in, only to find that my paperwork did not mention which room I should be in. GREMLINS!!!!! They put me into a general cattle-line to C34 - a 90 degree classroom. Did I mention I was wearing long-sleeve merino wool? GREMLINS!
It took the intructor a solid hour just to instruct us on how to properly fill out our dumb-as-dirt-easy certificate. Then the next 3 hours were spent going through part of the booklet and listening to his tangent-driven discussions. Highlights of the class included tales of his time in the Peace Corps and funny retellings of real-life accident reports. GREMLINS!
And the worst part - I have to go for part 2 next Monday. I wish they'd just show a movie!
I left the office a bit early to hit the gym. As I parked my Jeep in the parking garage, like I have done a million times before, my garage ticket flew out of my hand. That shouldn't have been a problem. How far could it go? 10 minutes later, after tearing apart my Jeep, I couldn't find it. Damn! When I got to the gym, they handed me an "exception ticket" but told me that that only worked as a validation to trouble-tickets. If I had LOST my ticket, there might be a problem. Grrr. After my workout, I found one of the security personnel in the garage. He verified that I would have to purchase a replacement ticket. $14.00!!!! TOO much. So I decided once again to look in the Jeep. I tore it apart again - no such luck. So back down to the ticket box I went to get a new ticket. Annoying! Then I returned to the Jeep, got in, removed the club, and got ready to put it in gear. What should be sitting RIGHT on the dash in the instrument panel? My original ticket.
DAMNED GREMLINS!!!!!!!
My next mission involved getting to the Central Justice Department to attend Traffic School, part 1. Oh joy... Oh rapture. I knew roughly where it was - part of the big complex close to the house. But where? I parked, and figured I would look on the general map - somehow among the city hall, library, central courts, etc., there was no listing for the central jusice department. And the clock was ticking! I raced out of there, and got to the parking attendent, other parking ticket in hand (damned gremlins!) and asked where I should go. Fortunately, I was right next to the right building. Erugh? You'd think the map would have mentioned that! Then came the next question - how does one get IN to that building? Ever seen a huge office building, and it doesn't seem to matter where in the world you are, you are on the back side of the building? Welcome to my world. GREMLINS!
Eventually, I found the way in, only to find that my paperwork did not mention which room I should be in. GREMLINS!!!!! They put me into a general cattle-line to C34 - a 90 degree classroom. Did I mention I was wearing long-sleeve merino wool? GREMLINS!
It took the intructor a solid hour just to instruct us on how to properly fill out our dumb-as-dirt-easy certificate. Then the next 3 hours were spent going through part of the booklet and listening to his tangent-driven discussions. Highlights of the class included tales of his time in the Peace Corps and funny retellings of real-life accident reports. GREMLINS!
And the worst part - I have to go for part 2 next Monday. I wish they'd just show a movie!
