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Aug. 17th, 2001 06:40 pmShitshitshitshitshitshit
What a day.
Had to let two people go today at work. I can't stand firing people, and they didn't deserve it -- we just can't keep that many engineers on the payroll with the market as stagnant as it is lately. Which, of course, makes it twice as hard, because I'm going to be worried that they may not find work for a while... *sigh*
Then, I get home from work. Nature calls, so I go to my bathroom to be confronted by this absolutely huge spider sitting on my wall. I mean, Arizona taranula sized -- three inches, maybe four across. Spiders are still my weakness -- I am phobic so much that my skin is still crawling a half hour and a half beer after I ejected it from my house. I used a very large, lidded can. I think killing it would have required a shotgun or at least a small scimitar. I'm serious about the jumpiness -- my arm hair just brushed up against the arms of my chair and I jumped six inches. I tried to look it up online, but browsing through the pictures started to make me dizzy and I gave up and grabbed the aforementioned beer.
What's getting me (after an already emotional roller-coaster day) is trying to figure out how the fuck something that big got into my apartment. I mean, I could see a longlegs or black widow sneaking in, they're small and sneaky and all over North Georgia. I don't mind them as much just out of sheer exposure. But this thing was massive. I just moved a month ago, so I suppose it could have hitched a ride on some stuff I had in storage. I just got a delivery of nautical charts from a store in South Florida, and it definately reminds me of some tropical spiders I used to see outside the Glades, so it might have been a stowaway in the same package, a hitchhiker from a tropical warehouse. But...what if it wasn't. Maybe there's some hole in my closet or something that this thing just waltzed in from outside. *shiver*
Anyone want to come over tonight and take shifts as lookout?
What a day.
Had to let two people go today at work. I can't stand firing people, and they didn't deserve it -- we just can't keep that many engineers on the payroll with the market as stagnant as it is lately. Which, of course, makes it twice as hard, because I'm going to be worried that they may not find work for a while... *sigh*
Then, I get home from work. Nature calls, so I go to my bathroom to be confronted by this absolutely huge spider sitting on my wall. I mean, Arizona taranula sized -- three inches, maybe four across. Spiders are still my weakness -- I am phobic so much that my skin is still crawling a half hour and a half beer after I ejected it from my house. I used a very large, lidded can. I think killing it would have required a shotgun or at least a small scimitar. I'm serious about the jumpiness -- my arm hair just brushed up against the arms of my chair and I jumped six inches. I tried to look it up online, but browsing through the pictures started to make me dizzy and I gave up and grabbed the aforementioned beer.
What's getting me (after an already emotional roller-coaster day) is trying to figure out how the fuck something that big got into my apartment. I mean, I could see a longlegs or black widow sneaking in, they're small and sneaky and all over North Georgia. I don't mind them as much just out of sheer exposure. But this thing was massive. I just moved a month ago, so I suppose it could have hitched a ride on some stuff I had in storage. I just got a delivery of nautical charts from a store in South Florida, and it definately reminds me of some tropical spiders I used to see outside the Glades, so it might have been a stowaway in the same package, a hitchhiker from a tropical warehouse. But...what if it wasn't. Maybe there's some hole in my closet or something that this thing just waltzed in from outside. *shiver*
Anyone want to come over tonight and take shifts as lookout?
