7.01.08 oh god… it’s july.

Category: dribblings

okay you guys, july is here. everyone just act natural. maybe july won’t notice i’m still here. oh, but you guys aren’t here to listen to my paranoid rants about july are you? nah. you’re here to see Teal Sha’Nille the Real Deal’s New Wheels!

a nice, new, shiny, bike!

shit yeah, it’s purple! and that’s my bike lock twisted around the bar.

look at all those sprockets. who needs 21 speeds? not me. but i have them anyway.

so now i ride my bike to work. it’s way more fun than walking to work, that’s for sure. although i admit i had not ridden a bike in 15 years until last weekend. and while the saying, “you never forget how to ride a bike” is true, it is like, WAY harder to ride a bike now than it was when i was a kid. and i’m not just talking about my fat ass either.

i feel way more fragile on that bike than i ever did as a kid. in fact, every time i start down a hill i’m all, “holy shit! this was a bad idea! i’m going to die! what was i thinking?! my bones! i love my bones! i’m not in control! oh god! i can’t believe they let kids ride these death traps!” and then when i get to the bottom of the hill it’s all, “that wasn’t so bad.” and the next time i’m going down a hill? “oh god! this is crazy! this little helmet isn’t going to protect me! what a joke! i’m gonna die! my bones!”

it’s a vicious circle that i’m hoping will pass once i get used to it. i’m assuming you get used to it.

mr. fleegan also has a bike. his is red.

he is much more confident about riding than i am. he flies down the hills just like a little kid. apparently his bones aren’t screaming at him, “you crazy ass! if you crash we are SO breaking!” like mine are.

so if i make it through july without any broken bones i’ll consider me a success!

there’s not a bike rack at work, and how pissy is that? it’s a library! it should have a damn bike rack. when we were kids we’d ride our bikes to that ‘brary and even then no rack. we basically just prayed that no one would steal our bikes. here it is 17 years later and there’s STILL no damn bike rack. c’mon RBC, how about coming off the hip for a bike rack? yeah right, those cows on city council consider the rise in minimum wage to be a “raise”. that’s because they are evil and they’ll not ever get my vote. and if they’d pay me a livable wage i’d take that all back. but not until then you greedy bitches!

can you believe that? $6.55 isn’t a raise, you asses. it’s the minimum amount you’re allowed to pay me BY LAW. i’ve never had to work for minimum wage in my life. and yeah, that might sound cocky, but c’mon, i’ve a college degree, i’m smart, i’ve computer skills, i’ve people skills, i have skills! plus, i’ve worked there a year and a half! i’m worth more than the minimum. bastards.

Tags: bikes, july hates me, library