Abrasiveness

I am preparing for a day in which I will sit in two lengthy meetings, each of which have the potential of going south quickly as the current culture of blame in today's workplace changes the nature of how we interact with each other.  The past few months have been fraught with unease, as money for professional services rendered has been quite scarce, despite the fact that people sign contracts and tend to blame the economy for reasons why they can't seem to come up with the cash, all the while expecting the same level of service that they have grown accustomed to in a robust atmosphere.  Not to mention the dysfunctional personalities (and I'm sure I'm the object of this derision among other parallel conversations).

Waaah waaah.  At least my daily decisions don't have to do with actual life and death decisions.  Now THERE'S some real stress.  The rest of what we're dealing with really boils down to nuisance.  What's the worst that could happen?  Go out of business, get sued, snivel about not getting the proper respect.  At least I'm working.

What's really irritating is that I just paid my third speeding ticket (camera violation) in a month AT THE SAME LOCATION.  Just north of Chevy Chase Circle on Connecticut Avenue exists a silent sentry that photographically rakes in $40 a pop for every Tom, Dick, and Jane that guns it over 35 MPH (posted speed 30MPH).  It's quite easy to move that fast on this arterial road.

So now, with a lighter wallet, when I head into that part of the Burgh of Affluenza I will travel the side streets.  Take the cars off of the main thoroughfares and we can clog up the neighborhoods.  Traffic control and revenue enhancement with unintended consequences.  That'll show 'em.