…and why I HATE them.
Since I’ve started working at the new spot, I’ve left home at around 7:20, and reached my destination at about 7:45 or so. Lovely. Only about a kilometer worth of traffic and I’m away. And just about no traffic on that stretch in the afternoon. But I did see something happening. A construction company delivering guardrails and such for the past week or so. This afternoon, on returning home, one lane on each side of the road has been closed. Forcing cars from three different routes into one lane only.
It was already an enormous mess tonight. Don’t know what it’s going to be like tomorrow morning. And I doubt that it’s going to be a quick thing at all. We’ll likely have to sit with months of roadworks, effort to get anywhere. Such fun.
Reason for the changes would be… A new Maul. Why, I have no idea. We have one 5 k’s from where I live. Another one 20 k’s from where I live. Why do I want one 1 k away from me?
Here then, one of the reasons I hate mauls. While they are being built, all you see is the scarring on the landscape. Lovely green trees and grass has to make way for concrete and abject greed. And now the roadworks because more people will be coming to the maul so the roads has to be changed with extra intersections, more robots that can break, more hassles for those of us quietly minding our business.
All so somebody, somewhere can make more money. Since a maul is not quite the place you go to for charity. You will find a few hole in the wall shops that can hardly make ends meet because the rent is exorbitant. And the labour costs are high. And the feet probably not that many. But everybody will try and make a living there by selling more and more shit nobody really needs.
People go there because they don’t have a home life. They go there to escape their humdrum existence. Instead of taking up a book or a hobby, they go to the maul. They drop their kids off there – much easier to do that than to actually educate the little buggers. Thereby, breeding a whole generation of people that can’t function without a maul. That has lost the ability to make a plan. That can no longer function in a world removed from mod-cons.
When i was growing up a maul, like a private hospital, was something only heard of. You had little shopping centres with a few shops, here and there a movie house – single entity. A movie was an outing. One you got dressed up for, and there was one theatre only. Quieter times. these days, yo’d be hard pressed to swing a cat without hitting a maul. The big shops were all in town. Where you could walk and take the bus and do what needed to be done. Since the change though, the suburbs have become the safer havens, apparently, and the city centres have gone down the tubes. So, if you want anything done, you have to go to a maul to get it done.
And the overwhelming thing about mauls – the mindlessness. People mindlessly spending money. Buying what they want. Just feeding the machine. Walking aimlessly between the shops, just looking for something to do.
I go to a maul under threat of violence only. And I go in, and get out as fast as I possibly can should I have to go there for whatever reason. I do not go there to relax. I do not go there to meet people. I do not go there because I have nothing else to do. I go there only if I have no other choice. Yet, I’m being inconvenienced by the building of yet another maul.
That being said, work was good again today. Helped offload to shipments of stuff, checked the stock, spent some time in a very windy, sunny day. I’m pleasantly tired. Even had a half decent conversation with Mr P – he reckons he’s sorry that he was so disappointing to me, causing me strife. I told him that it was just an experience I needed to have. I’m not angry, although i am slightly sad. But he’s now one of my go to guys – have one I can go dancing with, and one that gives me holy books, one that leaves saucy messages on my phone and now one that can help me with the things I need doing around the house. Has it not been said that a woman needs at least seven men? One for each of the things she needs doing. Since a woman can probably be everything a man needs her to be, but apparently the blokes can’t be everything this woman needs him to be 😉
Think I’ll make some french toast tonight – with some leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Drenched in syrup. My poor hips may have a problem with sugar, but I’ve long since stopped listening to my hips 😉
Long days and pleasant nights…
Came across this video while looking for tonight’s tune…
And now, tonight’s tune.
Maybe. One day…