Welcome to Texas!

Where the weather is as crazy as the people.

No, seriously. As they say down here--Don't like it? Wait fifteen minutes; it'll change.

There's just something messed up about needing to wear your super-thick winter coat one day, and then nothing but your work clothes the next day, And then getting ready to drop back down to winter coat weather the day after that. Especially when it doesn't involve, oh, say, severely changing your altitude.

There's gonna be a lot of sick people come the weekend. *Braces self for supply insanity at work*.

Those of you to the north--hope you are all well, safe, and where the electric is still running. *Hugs* Stay warm.

*BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!*

DASHBOARD JESUS!!!!!!!!!!

Thank You!!!!!!

(You know who you are!)

*note to self*

Remember: Do not kill the Medline driver when he finally shows up. Even though it's after three and they're supposed to be here by noon latest according to instructions at the warehouse.

Even if it is Joe*, the Wonder-driver.

*Joe is consistently two hours or more late, and often causing me to stay past the time when I need to leave. Which is kinda bad because we're still not really allowed overtime, and having to justify for the 20th time in a row with 'the driver was late' will eventually not be good enough as an excuse. Last time, his excuse was that he was 'at lunch' and wouldn't be here for another hour.

Well, that was fucked up...

As Texas proves a second time in one day that its climate is truly insane.

It was 54 when I got home, sank to 52 when the last batch of rain went through, then went up to 66 degrees a half hour ago.

...and is now back at 57.

The hell?