February 14th, 2013

Whale fluke

Because someone was hurt

A pedestrian was hit by a vehicle about six blocks from my place this morning.

I heard a helicopter on the scene soon after I woke up. I then heard on the radio that an accident had happened. The radio, doing what it needed to do, warned people that there was a backup at SE Milwaukie and Holgate.

A lot of the people who were (maybe still are) stuck in the backup caused by this probably don't know why they're backed up. I only know the cause of the backup, not the result: how badly was the pedestrian hurt? Was the walker worse than hurt? (An odd was to put it, but you get what I mean.) I feel bad for the person who was hurt.

Once again, a reminder: it can be too easy to get hurt. So I'll be even more vigilant a walker when I walk (in a different direction) to work this morning.

Sad Update: A fatal hit-and-run. Dammit, it had to be a fatal hit-and-run. Tommy Zane Gann died from his injuries while crossing Holgate; the driver who struck him has not been found.
Captain Kris W'lash

All About Him (not an entry about me)

Oh, it was just that one guy.

Training this week for my new job has been productive, but for a few days it was...at times, tense. In a way it shouldn't have been. The cause: someone loud.

Not all the time loud, but often. Someone who felt the need to Add Something About Most Everything. Commenting. Opinionating. And also arguing. And it got frustrating because the guy was sometimes pointing out true stuff, but tangential stuff, and getting hung up on it. Or he'd actually be helpful, taking care of someone's computer problem or giving a good piece of advice, then he'd stop being helpful. While still being loud.

He also seemed angry. He'd joke about it, but he still seemed angry. He seemed easily pissed-off-able. He said if he could ensure no one would get hurt, he'd like to blow up a college in my state. Because he doesn't like it. He didn't say why.

I resisted the urge to grumble about the guy. Others in my training group mentioned at break how they couldn't hear our trainer over him. And we need to hear our trainer more than we need to hear this guy's opinions on Sicilian food or Tyler Perry films.

He was making it All About Him.* And now he'll do that somewhere else, because after yesterday's shift he got fired.

And today's training session was muuuuuuuuuuch more relaxed. Huh. Imagine that.

* As a blogger, I'm sensitive to that. *grins wryly*

Dream imagery ahoy! Skip if you aren't interested.

In one of the towns I lived in back in the 1980s, Vienna, Virginia, it was still the 1980s but rebuilt with more covered paths between buildings, like everything had been made into a mall -- a mall overrun with robots. Slow robots, built and dressed to look like old men. It was like the film version of I, Robot if the robots had been programmed to impersonate late-period Bob Hope about to hit the golf course.

Okay, mind, simple question: HUH?