The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

From a recent conversation: Me: “I need someone from maintenance to come out and remove some car parts from the middle of my drawbridge, as they are backing up traffic.” “Um… That drawbridge is no longer in our system.” “Er, yes it is. I think you’re thinking of the Montlake Bridge.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, …

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Actually, No.

The View from a Drawbridge

Here’s the thing. (Yes, there’s always a thing.) I was raised to be a good girl. My default position is to respect authority. Be cooperative. Don’t make waves. Accommodate others. And above all, always, always be polite. Well, you know what? Fuck that. All those values are great if everyone is playing by the golden …

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I have spent a great deal of time writing about how much I love my job. I really do. I swear I do. Just… not today. Perhaps it’s because we are marinating in the last, bitter dregs of the holiday season, and everyone is getting cranky. Perhaps I’m the bitter one, because everyone is out …

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Apparently I have moved into a very patriotic neighborhood. Even though the 4th of July is several days in the past, my neighbors on all sides are still setting off fireworks at random moments. Very random moments. Mid day. Three in the morning. As I write this, my dogs are cowering behind me, under the …

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I’ve been through some of the most stressful months of my entire life. Death, job hunting, moving, evil and unscrupulous landlady and her ex-convict son, even more evil and unscrupulous internet provider (more about that in a few days) all piled one on top of the other, and it makes me tired. If I were …

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Brace yourself, dear reader, for I am in a foul mood. I am gratified to see that there are now many campaigns out there designed to stop bullying in our schools. Three very good ones, but by no means the only ones, are http://www.stopbullying.gov/‎, http://www.stopbullyingnowfoundation.org/‎, and http://www.meanstinks.com/‎ . I wish there had been programs like …

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A coworker of mine was describing a situation in which he and his brother were watching TV and they got into an argument which then escalated into a fist fight, and the police had to be called. Just a regular Tuesday night at Chez Coworker, apparently. I remember thinking, “Huh. My whole life, the police …

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