The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: courtesy

  • Breakthrough!

    I almost jumped for joy.

  • The Limit of My Tolerance

    We are losing the ability to maintain a respectful discourse.

  • I Don’t Have to Respond

    Boy, oh boy, am I about to save myself a heck of a lot of time!

  • Are You Sure?

    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,…

  • Actually, No.

    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…

  • How to Piss Off a Bridgetender

    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…

  • Fireworks Fallout

    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…

  • Waiting to Exhale

    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…

  • Bully for You, Maybe, but not for Me

    Bully for You, Maybe, but not for Me

    I am done with curling up in a ball.

  • Chaos: The New Normal?

    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…