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in which I am old and also hate tourism
Apr. 7th, 2019 10:06 pmI wish I knew what the hell was going on with me because this week was not ideal. After finally finding a pair of shoes that at least didn't make me feel like I'd broken my ankle after a long day at work I thought maybe I'd be able to get back to my morning walks on a six out of seven days kind of thing, barring weather mishaps. But I was lazy and listened to the "I don't waaaaaaaannnnnnaaaaaaaa" voice even on my days off. Still, Thursday was looking like I'd be okay when I got off work and something is better than nothing, right?
And then my fucking hip decided NOPE. My hip! What the fuck! I say this like it's a complete surprise despite me occasionally having a twinge of nope when I stand funny at the register but I've never had it be anything more than a twinge.
I... was not pleased. It made work Friday night a bit of a challenge (to say nothing of getting up the stairs) but by the time I got home Saturday morning it was okay? I didn't want to push it, and also it was raining, so no walk then either but yeah.
Sigh. I was going to walk this morning but other aches and pains sidelined me, as did the rain that kept appearing in strange pockets all over the ride home. One minute, downpour. The next, nothing at all. Half a mile later, drizzle. *shrug*
That's my old lady routine. Now here's my annual rant.
This weekend was the kick-off to tourist season with the Cooper River Bridge Run, Flowertown Festival, and the Cajun Festival. I get why, on some level, they'd have all these things running at the same time. The Bridge Run gets people from all over the world and while you're in town, let's see some sights, right? Cue Flowertown which basically shuts Summerville down for the weekend and, ironically enough, always is at least a week after the azaleas have died but before the second wave bloom, and Cajunfest which is more of a James Island deal. And apparently that was today and not yesterday. Sad face, I could've gone. ;_;
But I hate this weekend in general. Too many people in the city and it will mostly stay like this till November. Work won't hire anyone to help shoulder the workload of having more customers even as I work ~alone~ on a fucking weekend and I can't even bitch because it's not a store level issue- it's corporate. Spring has kicked into high gear and pollen is making me miserable and basically it's just a big pollen cloud of NO.
And maybe it's because I haven't had this weekend off in 15 years or maybe it's because tourist season is absolutely the worst. I dunno.
In book news, I'm making my way through Paperback Crush and I think I might be getting whiplash from it.
On the one hand, it's worth picking up in person (be it through your library or in store) because the cover art shown throughout is the best kind of nostalgia bomb. I might honestly buy this book just for that.
On the other hand, it's an odd mix of snark types. I prefer to snark with love (whether I'm successful in this endeavor I could not tell you, but there is always love in my nostalgia snark) but I'm 100+ pages in and she seems to be fairly miserable when mentioning a good half of these series/books. Some she honestly seems to love and it makes the shift back to the stuff she very clearly views as beneath her (at any age, but especially now which is odd since these weren't written for her now) far more pronounced. Hence the whiplash mentioned earlier. But the coverart and some of the tangents are delightful. Maybe as we get deeper into things we'll swing back to the stuff that makes me happier. If nothing else, cover art. Beautiful, clear, crisp cover art.
And then my fucking hip decided NOPE. My hip! What the fuck! I say this like it's a complete surprise despite me occasionally having a twinge of nope when I stand funny at the register but I've never had it be anything more than a twinge.
I... was not pleased. It made work Friday night a bit of a challenge (to say nothing of getting up the stairs) but by the time I got home Saturday morning it was okay? I didn't want to push it, and also it was raining, so no walk then either but yeah.
Sigh. I was going to walk this morning but other aches and pains sidelined me, as did the rain that kept appearing in strange pockets all over the ride home. One minute, downpour. The next, nothing at all. Half a mile later, drizzle. *shrug*
That's my old lady routine. Now here's my annual rant.
This weekend was the kick-off to tourist season with the Cooper River Bridge Run, Flowertown Festival, and the Cajun Festival. I get why, on some level, they'd have all these things running at the same time. The Bridge Run gets people from all over the world and while you're in town, let's see some sights, right? Cue Flowertown which basically shuts Summerville down for the weekend and, ironically enough, always is at least a week after the azaleas have died but before the second wave bloom, and Cajunfest which is more of a James Island deal. And apparently that was today and not yesterday. Sad face, I could've gone. ;_;
But I hate this weekend in general. Too many people in the city and it will mostly stay like this till November. Work won't hire anyone to help shoulder the workload of having more customers even as I work ~alone~ on a fucking weekend and I can't even bitch because it's not a store level issue- it's corporate. Spring has kicked into high gear and pollen is making me miserable and basically it's just a big pollen cloud of NO.
And maybe it's because I haven't had this weekend off in 15 years or maybe it's because tourist season is absolutely the worst. I dunno.
In book news, I'm making my way through Paperback Crush and I think I might be getting whiplash from it.
On the one hand, it's worth picking up in person (be it through your library or in store) because the cover art shown throughout is the best kind of nostalgia bomb. I might honestly buy this book just for that.
On the other hand, it's an odd mix of snark types. I prefer to snark with love (whether I'm successful in this endeavor I could not tell you, but there is always love in my nostalgia snark) but I'm 100+ pages in and she seems to be fairly miserable when mentioning a good half of these series/books. Some she honestly seems to love and it makes the shift back to the stuff she very clearly views as beneath her (at any age, but especially now which is odd since these weren't written for her now) far more pronounced. Hence the whiplash mentioned earlier. But the coverart and some of the tangents are delightful. Maybe as we get deeper into things we'll swing back to the stuff that makes me happier. If nothing else, cover art. Beautiful, clear, crisp cover art.