The View from a Drawbridge

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

I was driving to work on the afternoon of November 30th, and an interview I heard on NPR’s All Things Considered nearly caused me to swerve off the interstate into a concrete barrier, such was the level of my outrage. Robert Siegel, one of my personal journalistic heroes, was interviewing Charles Grassley, a Republican senator …

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I’m sure that the very people who need to read this the most will be the very people who will not do so, but I feel the need to get this off my chest. I hate smoking and everything about it. I’m tired of soft-pedaling that attitude simply because it’s an addiction. I’m quite sure …

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Let’s just say, (hypothetically) that I received an e-mail from someone who isn’t even in my chain of command, and it said, (hypothetically), “Please allow yourself to do cleaning duties toward the end of your shift. I found a long strand of hair on the inside of the toilet rim.” First of all… ALLOW myself? …

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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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Apologies in advance if you’re reading this over breakfast, but have you ever felt so sick to your stomach that you just knew that the only way you were going to feel better was if you threw up and got it over with? Sometimes that toxic, acrid, roiling source of your misery just has to …

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One of the things I love most about working on a drawbridge is that usually you have peace and quiet. You plan your day, and for the most part all your ducks remain in an orderly little row. This appeals to my Capricornian sense of organization and my general disdain for hubbub. Last week, on …

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