Wednesday. I've been cranky at work. I get cranky standing in lines. Not over the top cranky, but cranky. You can stand in line and get away with cranky as long as you don't, you know, express it to the guy in front of you with the scar on his cheek who's counting out twenty items in the ten items or less line; if you don't, you know, say snippy things to your coworkers, managers and friends. I'm not there yet, but I'm driving more aggressively than I should: “Why's that guy in front of me drifting over into my lane? I think I'll pull up beside him, three inches between vehicles, that should send him a message boy-howdy!” I think dark thoughts when the guy ahead of me in the left turn lane is asleep and makes no attempt get through the ever so short traffic light leaving me to sit and wait through another cycle when a little attention on his part could have gotten us through. I even get cranky when I'm able to stay on his tail and get through the light myself, but the cars behind me are cut short.
Cranky ain't a good sign. There's a certain energy to it, some of which I can tap: clean up the apartment, maybe, but anger shows you're not having a good time. Maybe it's the holidays. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe I'm fundamentally an asshole and some days it shows through. Could be. Practice your right games for Christmas, my son. Get into the holiday spirit.
Many problems after the data center move, but manageable problems. Most people will be home for Thanksgiving. Some will spend some part of the day at the office, Thanksgiving being an American holiday not practiced in the rest of the world where we have offices that need, you know, their computers to work. Rude, that, but understandable. I am not affected. Something of mine breaks and I can get to it next week. Next year, if I could arrange it. No need to become cranky, in other words, if I hear the phone ring just as I'm sitting down to dinner.
And this is going to be your Thanksgiving entry?
No, no! I'll be in a much better mood tomorrow!