Starting December off right
Dec. 1st, 2004 08:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313This morning I left my apartment, stepped out of the door and onto the sidewalk, and promptly slid all over the .00001" of ice and fell. Ouch. Then I got to my car, which was covered in ice to the point where I couldn't get the driver's side door open. I then decided to struggle with getting the passenger side door open, which it did after about three minutes of fighting with it, and then tried to push the driver's side door open from the inside. It wouldn't budge. About four minutes later it finally budged. Then I went outside to scrape down my car, and by the time I was done cleaning the windows, the driver's side door had frozen shut again. Did my damnedest to get it open, and this time the ice on the door sliced through my knuckles when I finally managed to yank the door open. I didn't notice I was bleeding until I was driving.
At this point, I'm already way late for work, but I don't fucking care because I did an hour of overtime yesterday and a half hour the day before, for a project I'm not even on. So I'm driving in to work, and everyone came to a full stop on the Ryan for absolutely no reason whatsoever. WTF! Grrrr. Then my cell phone beeps because I have an important message from last night that never came through. Great. Thanks. Then some asshole cut me off about a mile before my merge, and since traffic was so thick I couldn't get around him as he drove 40 mph on the Bishop Ford. Thanks! Of course, he merges onto the Tri-State with me, and I have to follow him another 3 miles to my exit because traffic is so thick I can't get around him. Of course, he takes my exit as well, and when a third lane opens up, I finally get a chance to pass him. I signal, change lanes, and am next to him when he decides he wants to be in my lane. So he just moves into it. I have to slam on my breaks and blare the horn, and he doesn't even notice. Why? Because he has no rearview mirror or sideview mirrors on his car. Is it even necessary to mention that he's missing his grill and front fascia on the car? I wonder why he got into an accident.
Finally I get to work—20 minutes late, but I don't fucking care—and pull into a spot. BUT the parking lot is one massive sheet of ice in the actual parking spaces (not down the middle where you drive, though), and as soon as I turn into a spot and my tires hit the ice, I start to skid. And I slid right into the side of my coworker's car. Fucking great. Thankfully at that point I was going so slow that my bumper slipped along the side of his car, against that little mini bumper thingy that keeps your car from being dinged by other car doors. So there was no damage, but it still fucking pisses me off. There's literally—I'm not joking about this—an inch and a half of ice in the parking lot. Why was this not salted? Why was this parking lot not graded properly so that water won't collect like this and then freeze over? WTF?
My boss came over and made a joke about "Did everyone make it into the building safely?" To which I replied, "No." and proceeded to tell him how I hit the guy's car, and how something needs to be done about that parking lot. (We've been complaining about the ice for years now.) Cathy chimed in and said she almost hit the boss's car, and he tried to laugh it off. But we didn't laugh. I'm fucking pissed. What, does someone have to fall and break a wrist before they'll realize it's not safe out there? Don't they have a responsibility to fix that shit up?
Anyway, I'm now sitting here seething, with Band-Aids over my busted knuckles. Yeah, this month has started off to a great start.
ETA: I just heard that when my coworker Carl got into the lot today, his car slid on the ice, jumped the curb, and rammed into the bushes. Carl has made sure to complain to the boss, and Gianna stepped up and added her 2¢ with a comment along the lines of "Why the hell isn't that ice taken care of?" So they know we're all pissed. I bet nothing comes of it, though.
ETA again: Okay, this is some good news. The guy whose car I hit just came over to see me. He went outside to check out any potential damage, and it seems I've done him a favor. He actually had a big dent in his driver's side door, and when I bumped him the dent popped out. So I just fixed his car for him. Ha!
At least there's Smallville on tonight. >:\
At this point, I'm already way late for work, but I don't fucking care because I did an hour of overtime yesterday and a half hour the day before, for a project I'm not even on. So I'm driving in to work, and everyone came to a full stop on the Ryan for absolutely no reason whatsoever. WTF! Grrrr. Then my cell phone beeps because I have an important message from last night that never came through. Great. Thanks. Then some asshole cut me off about a mile before my merge, and since traffic was so thick I couldn't get around him as he drove 40 mph on the Bishop Ford. Thanks! Of course, he merges onto the Tri-State with me, and I have to follow him another 3 miles to my exit because traffic is so thick I can't get around him. Of course, he takes my exit as well, and when a third lane opens up, I finally get a chance to pass him. I signal, change lanes, and am next to him when he decides he wants to be in my lane. So he just moves into it. I have to slam on my breaks and blare the horn, and he doesn't even notice. Why? Because he has no rearview mirror or sideview mirrors on his car. Is it even necessary to mention that he's missing his grill and front fascia on the car? I wonder why he got into an accident.
Finally I get to work—20 minutes late, but I don't fucking care—and pull into a spot. BUT the parking lot is one massive sheet of ice in the actual parking spaces (not down the middle where you drive, though), and as soon as I turn into a spot and my tires hit the ice, I start to skid. And I slid right into the side of my coworker's car. Fucking great. Thankfully at that point I was going so slow that my bumper slipped along the side of his car, against that little mini bumper thingy that keeps your car from being dinged by other car doors. So there was no damage, but it still fucking pisses me off. There's literally—I'm not joking about this—an inch and a half of ice in the parking lot. Why was this not salted? Why was this parking lot not graded properly so that water won't collect like this and then freeze over? WTF?
My boss came over and made a joke about "Did everyone make it into the building safely?" To which I replied, "No." and proceeded to tell him how I hit the guy's car, and how something needs to be done about that parking lot. (We've been complaining about the ice for years now.) Cathy chimed in and said she almost hit the boss's car, and he tried to laugh it off. But we didn't laugh. I'm fucking pissed. What, does someone have to fall and break a wrist before they'll realize it's not safe out there? Don't they have a responsibility to fix that shit up?
Anyway, I'm now sitting here seething, with Band-Aids over my busted knuckles. Yeah, this month has started off to a great start.
ETA: I just heard that when my coworker Carl got into the lot today, his car slid on the ice, jumped the curb, and rammed into the bushes. Carl has made sure to complain to the boss, and Gianna stepped up and added her 2¢ with a comment along the lines of "Why the hell isn't that ice taken care of?" So they know we're all pissed. I bet nothing comes of it, though.
ETA again: Okay, this is some good news. The guy whose car I hit just came over to see me. He went outside to check out any potential damage, and it seems I've done him a favor. He actually had a big dent in his driver's side door, and when I bumped him the dent popped out. So I just fixed his car for him. Ha!
At least there's Smallville on tonight. >:\
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Date: 2004-12-01 03:32 pm (UTC)This was my morning *exactly*, followed by a commute that took double the time it normally does.
I'm an entire day's worth of crabby, and it's only 9:30am.
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Date: 2004-12-01 06:11 pm (UTC)Are you saying SV doesn't suck? You *are* having a bad day. Heh.
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Date: 2004-12-01 06:27 pm (UTC)*kicks today*
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Date: 2004-12-02 01:15 am (UTC)Hey man, I've got my bar card now, all signed and legal. They better watch it! ;)
about that stupid parking lot
Date: 2004-12-02 02:44 pm (UTC)Want to hear something weird about ice in Chicago? My understanding of the law is that if you shovel all the snow off your driveway/sidewalk and salt it and all that (we're talking residence here) and then someone falls on it anyway, they can sue you for not taking better precautions. So, what about old people who can't shovel or what if you're out of town when it snows and you haven't come home yet or something? Well, due to that little loophole, you can't be sued if you do nothing. If you don't shovel or salt it, you're not liable. WTF?
Re: about that stupid parking lot
Date: 2004-12-02 02:45 pm (UTC)D
Re: about that stupid parking lot
Date: 2004-12-02 05:23 pm (UTC)