Ohio weather's like Nebraska's - it just changes more frequently.
April 4th, 2016
Rain, sleet, snowy, hail.
Hot, cold, windy, stale.
I'm sure you're thinking that this sounds like a would-be poem, what with me spacing it out like one and making with the rhyming, but I'm not going that far. I'm mostly just describing the weather we had at the house back on Saturday afternoon. It went from warm with absolutely no wind to every kind of precipitation that I can think of in a nigh-hurricane.
All within the space of five minutes!
And yet, while I'm sitting here at work, exposed to the insufferable chatter of my insufferable coworkers, I can't help but be reminded of the staggering ignorance of my fellow man. Though, having already declared the fact that I am, in fact, super human, I suppose they can't really be considered my peers. No, my lessers are crowing about how Saturday disproved climate change.
Again, even!
Professor Beatshiskids for instance, has proclaimed that there is no global warming, because it was cold out! Mankind is so foolish in thinking that they can actually affect the weather, because Jesus! The Tea Party Princess, on the other hand, is griping about how weird the weather was this weekend, and that she wishes things were more stable, like it was back when she was a kid.
Before, uh, climate change started kicking in hard, I guess.
It's so hard to bite my tongue and keep my cool when surrounded by so much dumb, but somehow, I maintain. I have to be an adult, after all, unlike everyone else in this Marduk-forsaken dump, so I am reining in my urge to start screaming at these clods... and never stop. I have things I need to do with the pittance I earn building quarter-billion dollar flying machines, so sadly I must behave.
The job search officially begins (again) today, though! I'm not bailing out of this dive until I manage to match my benefits, at the very least, though I'd also like to exceed the pittance mentioned above. Since I've been toiling away here nigh upon four years, the hope is that I won't hear the same sad sack excuses from would-be employers' craven 'human' 'resources' cronies, this time.
We're concerned that your skills are out of date. Wire crimpers have not changed in a fundamental fashion over the last two years, you pusillanimous pustule. We need someone with more experience. In developing laser weaponry? Nobody has that, you overflowing colostomy bag. We're not sure you're a good fit here. Why, because I know your product better than you, you sanctimonious nincompoop?
It's no longer 2009, so maybe the job market is, in fact, better. Who knows!