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And then there's my day.
Work was chaotic and really weird, but not bad. I got stuff done, in spite of the 'chaotic' part, and since the chaos didn't involve anything bad befalling me, I just feel a fair bit of sympathy for those who were at the center of the storm. Mind, the code I wrote today is officially still doing Really Weird Crap, but considering that it has sixteen hours of work in it, mostly because it was anticipated that it would do Really Weird Crap when first written, and I think I got two, maybe three hours in at most.... Well, it's right on schedule. I even figured out, right before I shut it down, why it was doing that particular bit of RWC.
Then I went to pick up my contact lenses. I was making a right-hand turn, from the left of the two right-turn lanes (center lane; the other goes left and straight) at the off-ramp. The light was green a second or two, I pulled forward and turned, and - horn. Little red sports car came to a stop just shy of hitting me. Only two places he could have come from - either he hung a right from the left-straight turn lane, or he ran a completely red light for which another car had already stopped. I'd looked left just a moment before, then right because the folks in the right-right turnlane there like to cut you off...so whatever he did, he did it bloody fast. Idiot. Scared the crap out of me. Fortunately, the left into Washington Square was at the next light, because I really wanted to park and get out of the car for a bit after that. :P
It's too hot today and I'm touchy. And I want to watch a movie but I also don't. Grrr. And I don't want to deal with the heat, so we'll watch it another time. (Master and Commander.) But still. Feh. Unless I feel better before it's too late, then if Scott's willing we might watch it later. But! The grocery shopping went fine. Not that it's easy to screw that up, but it's been done, I'm sure. They were really very nice and had a sale on several things I wanted. (They just opened this month, so there are lots of things on sale. I know it won't last, not like this, but it's nice right now!) The self-checkout talks at you. This is actually really, really annoying - but also really funny. It tells you the price and amount saved for every item (it says nothing about savings if it's none, at least).
I need to take my camera down there some time and grab a photo of something really, really broken. It's funny. They have cart returns out there, right? (Never assume this is a given; Lamb's Thriftway doesn't, and they're rude about it, too.) So...okay. This time, I parked next to the handicapped spots, because the closest open thing to the building was right next to the last of those. And when I come out, I notice straight off that there are a couple carts up on the sidewalk there (it's not the building sidewalk - they have a walkway out into the parking lot there, with the little ramps to let people get to the crosshatched areas between the handicapped spots). And I look around for the cart return. Normal, sane construction says the cart return should be in a stall across from roughly the center of the handicapped spaces, in my opinion. It's not. The nearest return is all the way at the end of the row, not in the facing side, but one more over - that is, into the next row.
It doesn't face the next row, though. It faces our row. (There are metal bars across the "back" and the sign faces front - you can't put carts in from the back.) Which means that if anyone parks in the space in our row...no one can return carts there.
Brilliant.
Then I went to pick up my contact lenses. I was making a right-hand turn, from the left of the two right-turn lanes (center lane; the other goes left and straight) at the off-ramp. The light was green a second or two, I pulled forward and turned, and - horn. Little red sports car came to a stop just shy of hitting me. Only two places he could have come from - either he hung a right from the left-straight turn lane, or he ran a completely red light for which another car had already stopped. I'd looked left just a moment before, then right because the folks in the right-right turnlane there like to cut you off...so whatever he did, he did it bloody fast. Idiot. Scared the crap out of me. Fortunately, the left into Washington Square was at the next light, because I really wanted to park and get out of the car for a bit after that. :P
It's too hot today and I'm touchy. And I want to watch a movie but I also don't. Grrr. And I don't want to deal with the heat, so we'll watch it another time. (Master and Commander.) But still. Feh. Unless I feel better before it's too late, then if Scott's willing we might watch it later. But! The grocery shopping went fine. Not that it's easy to screw that up, but it's been done, I'm sure. They were really very nice and had a sale on several things I wanted. (They just opened this month, so there are lots of things on sale. I know it won't last, not like this, but it's nice right now!) The self-checkout talks at you. This is actually really, really annoying - but also really funny. It tells you the price and amount saved for every item (it says nothing about savings if it's none, at least).
I need to take my camera down there some time and grab a photo of something really, really broken. It's funny. They have cart returns out there, right? (Never assume this is a given; Lamb's Thriftway doesn't, and they're rude about it, too.) So...okay. This time, I parked next to the handicapped spots, because the closest open thing to the building was right next to the last of those. And when I come out, I notice straight off that there are a couple carts up on the sidewalk there (it's not the building sidewalk - they have a walkway out into the parking lot there, with the little ramps to let people get to the crosshatched areas between the handicapped spots). And I look around for the cart return. Normal, sane construction says the cart return should be in a stall across from roughly the center of the handicapped spaces, in my opinion. It's not. The nearest return is all the way at the end of the row, not in the facing side, but one more over - that is, into the next row.
It doesn't face the next row, though. It faces our row. (There are metal bars across the "back" and the sign faces front - you can't put carts in from the back.) Which means that if anyone parks in the space in our row...no one can return carts there.
Brilliant.
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