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Further proof that Americans are crazy, and not in the good way: Vacation Starvation.

I really meant it when I said I switched back to S1, but I somehow keep ending up with S2. Buggy, indeed. I feel like I've tried my free AOL and want out, but ain't being let out. I also keep having to sign back in and tell them 'no I really mean it, I want to be signed in all the time.' Not sure what's up with that.

As to jury duty, we were there for an open container violation case. The lawyers on both sides asked some questions (and were told by the judge that some of them were inappropriate) and we all went out to mill about in the hallway while they decided which of the 15 or so of us that had shown up were going to be jurors. Then we were called back in, and the judge said that the state had dismissed the case, for whatever reason. So we were free to go by about 10:30 or so. I walked to the bus stop I'd waited at yesterday, which I had chosen because it was in the shade. Well, since it was later in the day there wasn't shade anymore, so I decided to go to another bus stop further down the route. I was picked up and on my way by about 11:30. Then I got to second leg of the trip, and waited for the bus there. And waited, and waited. Hub called at around 1pm, and was wondering where I was. I asked him to come get me, since he was home from work (his contract is working him part-time these days). I must once again re-state my gratitude for not having to rely on the bus system to get anywhere.

Yesterday was weird, marked by unexplainable irritation and ennui. Today I'm going to try to be productive, at least cleaning some and getting ready for class Friday. Also, Autumnfest in Atlanta is less than a month away now. I'm not scheduled to do anything there except participate in stuff (which will be a nice change), and I will be driving up with one of the new Dedicants. Per above article, I also asked off for some time in October to go to Hot Springs. I'm not going to be a typical American, dammit. I think part of the culture in this country that really irritates me is the work ethic, which started out benignly enough but has been twisted by the Powers That Be into a bludgeon of guilt to wring more of our precious time out of us, which isn't even productive. It makes no sense!

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Now I'm having problems staying logged in at all. Jesus. So if you want me to read anything private, email it to me otherwise I can't get to it. &$#@!

I posted my job rant on another page, and was directed to this interesting website:

Work to Live

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I've switched back to S1 Live Journal style for the nonce. S2 looks pretty, but it's buggy and not supported and will take a lot of dicking with to get to how I like it. So I'll save it for another day.

How was jury duty, you wonder? I dunno! After having hub drive me, grumbling, all the way downtown and hiking to the courthouse, it turns out I read the date wrong and it's actually tomorrow. So I hiked my ass 10 blocks to the bus stop (which did nearly kick my ass), and waited probably a good 45 minutes for one of the 2 buses going north to stop. One came by before then, but didn't stop for no apparent reason. So I hopped on, and did the first leg of the trip. The bus was an express, which cost more, and was very clean and nice. It did, despite the name, drive maybe 30 miles an hour the whole way. So I got to the second stop, and the bus that I had figured out for the second leg of the trip didn't show up for about an hour. As I got on, I asked the driver if she would be stopping at an intersection that appeared on the website's map as part of the route, but not an actual stop. She claimed that she didn't even go near that intersection, and to go on this other bus, even though her route (displayed in big, blinking flashing letters) is the name of the street I'm trying to get to. So she shooed me off, and I called hub to verify this via their website. The bus she told me to get on didn't go anywhere near where I needed to go, so unless they switched the routes but kept the names of streets they no longer go to, this toothless hillbilly &$%@&#!! driver is a moron and I was already missing work. I called Bob who was kind enough (though grumbling) to pick me up and take me home, where I changed clothes and dashed to work.

Now I'm exhausted. And I get to do this all over again tomorrow! Except without the work thing. I figure once I get home, assuming I don't need to fall into the pool to prevent heat stroke, I will probably just take a damn nap, which is what I really want to do now.

I am sure grateful that I don't actually have to rely on the bus system in this town.

And, they printed my letter to the editor. I've gotten one call at home (they refuse to print anonymous letters, so my full name's there) asking to 'discuss' it. No, thanks, buddy.

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On a happy note, my boss says I can consider this morning to be 'jury duty leave', as opposed to what it should be- 'stupid worker who can't read a date correctly leave'.