It’s Me, Oscar The Grouch

This is me venting. I’m grouchy.

Work is f***ing stupid right now. I might as well be wallowing in a cesspool. Exposure to positive COVID is a real possibility. I’ll probably be docked some points on my upcoming performance review because I quickly “get-the-f***-out” whenever too many people enter the office. I could care less. The numbers are rising. These motherf***er’s don’t social distance or wear mask. I have taken it upon myself to be the permanent buyer for the campus. No one has said anything. It gets me out of that office. I might feel better if people actually somewhat pretended that they gave a s*** about any of this. Given a mask every morning yet they choose not to wear. Wasteful f***s.

Summer is officially f***ing here. Yay Summer Solstice!!! Not!!! My least favorite time of year, and I’m a summer child. What kind of person gets excited for temps that reach 108? The type of person that likes pulling hangnails and waxing, that’s who. It’s miserable. To add to my negative disposition is that rain has been in sight and somehow manages to fizzle out every… damn… day.

I think it’s safe to say we have all had a few trialing months. This year was cool until mid-March. I was enjoying those first 2 months. Boy oh boy did it take a turn for the worse. Civil unrest during a pandemic? I’m worried for the outcome. I understand the need for it, but I still fret where it will lead us during these time. I’ve lost my patience with people not taking things seriously. I’ve lost my patience with ignorance.

Stupid people drive me to drink, and I’ve been around a lot of them. People traveling when we have more positive cases than ever before. Seems like a good idea, right? Going out and having a blast like all is normal. You know, I’d love to vacation right now, but I’m not out of a desire to be responsible. Now isn’t the time. Only 3 months and everyone looses their s***. On a normal day these are probably the people that bitch about having to leave their house for work.

Monday was a Monday from hell. By noon I was tempted to have a drink with my lunch. I didn’t, but man did it sound alluring. That 108 temp I was talking about? It hit Monday. No sense in wasting you time with the mundane details, we have all had sufferable Monday’s. That evening a prayer was answered and we got a “torrential” downpour. Temps rapidly dropped to the 70’s and rained. We had a light show. The thunder was rolling. It was much needed. Not just for our lands sake, but for my own fabric. I absorbed the moment and felt refreshed. A mood reverser.

The rest of the week I did hardly a thing. I feel it about pointless for us to be full staffed. I mean, how productive can one be if they are able to average 4-5 miles of walking in the 8 hours at the office? Friday couldn’t have arrived any sooner. I’m curious what the weekend has in store for me.

Deep breaths. Okay, I’m better. I needed that.

Jalapeño

Texas Philly Cheesesteak Sloppy Joes. I was inspired by some campus friends to try this after watching a video that they made. It was sooooo tasty. Thinly sliced sirloin, red & green bell peppers, onion. Spices and velveta cheese. So simple and so good.

Green enchilada chicken. Bekah’s treat. I topped it with a poached egg. Always a favorite. I love myself some green sauce.

Seared tuna tacos. I wish I hadn’t used mango pico. I just don’t like mango. Everything else was great.

Chimichurri chicken. I pickled some red onions weeks ago and they turned out to be a perfect side along with some broccolini. It’s been a long time since we’ve made this meal. It was once a regular.