You Want to Save the Earth, So You Litter.

Today, the snow kept falling all day long. After a while it became tiresome, as snow can, with its endless falling flakes. But, pray, do not misunderstand, I love the snow. Snow is the essential ingredient to a well lived life. The experience of it, to roll around and play, as if a child brings out the best in people, reminding them of the importance of idyllic and free. Maybe what I write is biased, because I originate from an area where snow is like litter on the ground, frequent and everywhere. 

So, naturally, when I hear the words "I hate winter/snow" I just begin to cringe a little bit and bite my tongue. People who hate the snow, aren't real people. They're manufactured, the pseudo-representations of what someone else wants them to be, what modern culture wants them to be. To them the entire world would be better if it was a large scale version of California, with 70 degree weather everyday, a striving metropolis of beaches, sprinkler systems, celebutants, and cities that survive solely on the consumption of more resources than naturally available. 

The flaw to their fake world, where everything lies between the boundaries of sex and unsustainability, it that sometimes they will crave the snow, the cold chill. Of course, their solution to this problem is not to return and appreciate the good earth; instead, it's what we call a "winter resort." A place where all those rich and fortunate can leave the comfort of the desert for a bit of snow, a retreat to experience skiing, tourism, and that rustic cabin feel securely in a residence that costs 10 times what any other "old cabin in the woods" would. 

The irony to the desired lifestyle of the modern anti-snow regime, is that with all of the unsustainability, the over consumption, the waste, the contamination, it also has the highest percentage of self-claimed environmentalists and Eco-friendly people. 

Shit, people are so unreal. 

A Glass of Wine, A Hot Bath

It was slightly warmer today. In comparison to the prior days it was about 5X warmer, since today it was about 50 degrees and all the days before were more close to 5 degrees. I had to work today. It wasn't that great, as you might be able to assume, since working over the weekend never is. When I got home I downed a glass of wine and too a long hot bath. I needed to soak in the warmth, to gain a little, perspective. I think I've mentioned the lack of joy I receive from my occupation before, but I must clarify. It's not actually the career itself that I find unsatisfying. It's the class of "cohorts" that I have to work and deal with. They bring my stress level to its peak, because they're under qualified and under trained, which leads to mistakes and faulty interpretation in their work. 

Of course, their response to my allegations of being "unsuitable" would somehow attack how large they perceive my ego to be. Not to say their perceptions are wrong, I mean let's be honest here, I do tend to treat myself as "holier than thou," but that shouldn't have any effect on their competence? Right? Maybe I should take a holiday, despite the seven day one I had at the beginning of the year. If I go on hiatus for a week and the lab doesn't fall in on itself, it might be a better indicator of whether my colleagues can handle themselves. 

Right? 

Tax Season Makes Me Feel Like Punching Numbers.

The sky is clear. It looks as if it's warm and nice out but once you open the window a bitter cold hits you right in the face. It's like a shockwave. I haven't written for a while. I believe the ladt time was when I was getting on the plane to Montreal, which was delightful. I got to speak French and translate for my friend whom I met with, despite her forceful words about how she really needed to do it on her own. I arrived back home warmed by the stay in Canada, in home, my prior home. 

Now I'm just wasting aways the days of work until I have another vacation upon me. That's what work really is for me, just the time spent between vacations meant to fill the void. Not going to lie, I don't get much fufillment out of my job. It's just a job, something to bring in the dough to pay bills and allow me to survive in this world. However, what I find even more surprising are the amounts of people who are shocked when I tell them my career does not meet my lifes fufillment. The irony in this is that most of the people I meet like this are accountants, CPAs, dental hygenists, physical education teachers, people in careers that would otherwise be not thought chosen for enjoyment but out of necessity. I mean, really, who ever says they actaully want to grow up to be a CPA? 

Answer: No one.