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the yodelling album I seem to remember complaining that I was tired of working Friday nights, but it didn't bother me last night. In fact it was nice being home before I left for work and able to sleep as long as possible. I had thought about seeing a movie, but then changed my mind. It was so much better to be where it was calm after having had such a miserable Thursday night at work. Thankfully when I got to work the calm continued and washed away the memory of it from my mind. My second shift counterpart for the latter half of the week might be leaving in May. Originally he thought that he would stay through the summer and then quit when he started school full time in the fall. Now he is contemplating getting a different job before the fall. As to what if any impact that will have on me at work, I can't really say right now. For the moment the plan is to go to Europe and then see how I feel about my job when I return. I would prefer not to look for another job before I leave on my trip. The stress of looking for a job and planning a trip would be too much for me. I want to keep those two things far apart from each other. In an effort to get a birthday present for my dad, I ventured out this sunny Saturday afternoon. Hearing my downstairs neighbors banging their cupboards for what seemed like an eternity to me was another motivating factor in waking me up and getting me out of the house. For months now a local realtor here in Milwaukee has been running the same television ad that my dad loves. In the ad some unknown slacker guy goes to his mailbox and finds that the yodelling album that he has been waiting for weeks to arrive is finally here. He then proceeds to play the album at what the neighborhood sees as a deafening level. Then the shot fades to the next morning with for sale signs at each and every house down the block. Driving in the middle of the afternoon today over my normal commute route was odd. At night there is no one on the road except for drunks and the police. On Friday and Saturday nights there might be some teenagers looking for something to do, but for the most part the road is all mine. In the afternoon on a Saturday that is not the case. All three lanes going in both directions were filled. Yes, my place of work is located along a strip packed with malls and stores, but still the transformation was a little too much for me. I like to have room when I am driving. Somehow when large groups of cars get together on the road they become like cows, slow moving and dumb. Of course having been woken up after a mere three hours of sleep did nothing to improve my mood or extend my patience. Now either my father with get the joke or I will have braved the weekend madness of shopping for nothing.
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