That kid in the red coat

walks so slowly alone along my street about the same time I head to work.  I wonder if they dread school the way I did, except I didn't walk, I rode a bus and that had special horrors by itself.  They stopped and watched me bring my trash can up from the curb and I pretended not to notice that I was being watched.

Last night I got groceries and the hot wheels cars were full of my dream cars- the Boss Mustangs, the MINI Cooper and the Corvette Grand Sport.  I used to buy cars to donate to the cruise nights giveaways.  The same two kids were always there and always got them and I overheard one kid's dad say he had a thousand cars.  I have a Shelby Cobra hanging on the kitchen wall and have left it in it's package so far.  I am fighting the urge to buy the cars for myself.  My brother had them when we were kids, along with the orange track to run them on.  I stopped going to the cruise nights when my work schedule changed to where I was getting off work after the events started.

Friday night I am going to tag along with my co-worker who will probably be leaving.  She is being heavily courted by a large processing center and I am invited along to tour it.  I have been there for training sessions, back then they still did training.  There was a room next to the training room and it had a scale model of the processing center, showing all the conveyor belts and docks.  There were even little tractor trailers on the docks.  And yes, I did play with them.  I once had a nice little tractor trailer collection but e-bayed it away.

It will be interesting to see what is going on there and the lure of a job that doesn't involve dealing with the public is enticing.  We kept bringing up everything that wouldn't happen there.  It's getting built up into this wonderful utopia and part of me tells me it is a trick.  There is no totally awesome place to work, that place could be even a worse snake pit than the one we hope to leave.  And should the center be shut down for no good reason, as these things are wont to happen, well, Poof, There Goes Your Job.  Which I guess can happen anyway.  Heck, a change might be nice.  But it might be a bad idea to be commuting to a night job now.  If I can't get my license renewed in 2013 or if they restrict me to only driving in the daytime, that would be bad if I worked nights or had to drive 40 or 50 miles to my job.

Last night as I put the trash out, I looked up at the moon.  It was a smeary, doubled blur.  I hadn't had anything to drink, yet.  I had stopped off at the eye doctor at WalMart to ask if maybe they'd forgotten about ordering new contacts to maybe dial in some better vision for me.  But my feeling with dealing with the eye doctor and the retinal specialists is that they wish I'd go away, like same way I feel about the customers who come to me with problems that I can't fix.

I watched Office Space tonight, they talked about it at work and to my delight it was available to stream on Netflix.  I had never heard of it but it was awesome.