I've almost certainly written about the idiots at our paycheck cutting company continuing to remove money from my checks for an insurance coverage that I've had revoked and I'm no longer the company's client. Well, the fucking idiots did it again, removed enough money to cover myself and P though she hasn't been their client since last year. And it means they get to hold on to my money again for the weekend. I think, instead of letting our HR person deal with this, I'm going to call the moron in charge and let them know that once was a pain, twice was a hassle, three times was fucking ridiculous and four times means someone's going to get smacked upside the head.
The other theft was a soft theft of $300 from our apartment security deposit by the money grubbing marshmallows at Kendall & Potter Property Management. After getting assurances that there were no other charges, they added in the $300 charge for breaking our lease even though they didn't lose a dime of income because the apartment was filled and we paid the rent to fill the gap in any case. We are seriously considering a BBB report and possibly even taking the jerks to small claims court. Kendall & Potter has an institutionalized policy of lying and misdirection they use to confound the process. I can think of at least three occasions when either of the two women involved lied, knew they were lying and didn't even bother to give the first damn about it.
And Some Commute Time Humor
Now, I've been lucky enough to not have to commute for a few years and I will admit that I wish I could still ride my bike into work. And I actually came up with a plan to do just that, sort of. But first, a quick laugh at some idiot in an Xterra's expense.
On the drive into town this morning, I was entertained to point of open laughter at this guy's stupidity. He wanted to get around a pack of cars rolling along at about 75 miles an hour in the fast lane. So he'd swing his truck into the slow lane, accelerate like a madman, slam on his brakes as he approached the slow moving cars in the lane, wait until all of the pack had gotten by him and then swing back in behind me to wait for his next opening. He did this three times in just a few miles, the last time in the funky confluence of onramps and offramps right around Capitola. Instead of being able to swing back in behind me though, he got buried behind a whole bunch of cars during the merge and was lost from sight quickly. All his efforts to get ahead did nothing but land him further and further behind. And I do think there's a lesson there. The quick lesson is that hey, you want to pass with impugnity, get a freakin' motorcycle. The longer lesson is that sometimes, despite your best efforts to get ahead, you end up further behind than if you'd just stayed your original course.
Ah, because you are ugly, like the grasshopper.
Anyway, my other revelation came to me last night at a Survivor/Birthday party. There's no reason I can't drive into my old neighborhood, park my truck and then ride my bike down to work from there. Sure, its a little backwards and silly but it gets me back in the saddle, keeps me grounded in my neighborhood and is just crazy enough to work perfectly. I won't do it everyday, of course, but a few days a week would be cool. Especially for afterwork when I can get some hangin' out time with my crew. But this stupid misty rain stuff has got to stop before then.
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