Okay, today is bullshit. I went out driving yesterday, and sure, it’s hazardous in some spots, mostly near my home, but it’s definitely not impossible to get to work today. I’ve been calling my current place of work repeatedly, and as indicative by the lack of pickup at the reception desk, I have to assume that they’re closed, or at least only the overzealous who don’t live far are making it in, working independently. Yesterday, I drove around, and yes, it’s hazardous in some areas, but it’s by no means impossible to get around and about. Four fucking straight days of non-work (as of now), and I’m officially peeved about it.

In a bit of unintentional humor, while watching the news all morning long, gauging the condition of the streets and highways, I learned that it must suck to be the “social media coordinator” for Fox 5 Atlanta, when it comes to acknowledging birthdays of children in a city that’s like 97% black. It’s literally like the scene from Office Space where the Bobs can’t pronounce Samir’s last name, culminating in the classic “not gonna work here anymore” drop.

Happy birthday to Caden L, age 11!
Next up is Dee… on-tay W! Age 12. (D’ontae)
And then we have a happy birthday for…Kuh-lay-ee H, age 10 (Kalei)
Happy birthday, Lacy H, age 13.
Birthday wishes go out to…Shay…Quin-cee-ya W. (Shay’e-Quincya)
And finally, happy birthday to…Duh…zan-nee M. (Dazhan’e)

Seriously, it’s good that you don’t actually see his face when trying to read these names, because I’m sure he’s got the most irritated and agitated look on his face at all these names containing more accent marks and random apostrophes than a Spanish textbook. It’s like parents deliberately name their kids these weird names for the deliberate purpose so that they’re easy to cyber-stalk or monitor them on Facebook because they’re legitimately the only names on the entire planet spelled in such asinine manners.