where for art thou, consideration?

After much purging, dusting and straightening, my room is only a touch cleaner. I don't feel that it is anymore organized than it was before; it is just less cluttered. I think I need to invest in a rather large bookcase for my basement and take care of the mountains of books I have everywhere. Perhaps then I will find the answer for which I am searching. Perhaps.

Before you read on, you should know how much I dislike the evils of alcohol and what it turns people into. Not only do I have to work to control drunk people at one of my jobs, I have been an eye-witness to the darkside for 24 years and strongly dislike - if not hate - the affect it has on individuals. However we all have our limits and as long as consumption is kept within those limits and can be controlled, fine. The moment one steps out of bounds due to alcoholic overload, is the moment I become weary, angry and upset. On that note...
For the second time this week, I have gotten a drunk phone call at 3am. This friend/co-worker of mine closes the bar on an almost nightly basis and for some reason calls me while driving home. Not only is this particularly dangerous, it also really, really sucks. My name starting with A also does not help matters, since I am probably near the top of his phone book. I haven't even talked to Dennis in ages, yet, he always calls at 3am. I am saving the messages to play back to him Monday night when I see him at the Joe. This won't make him stop calling me at all hours of the night, but it would give him a good laugh. With the exception of four people, I will never answer the phone when it rings in the middle of the night. So I don't even care that he or anyone else does it, but seriously, where is the consideration? He knows that I am a teacher and if he put the two remaining brain cells together, he would know that I wake up early and go to bed at reasonable hours of the night.

On the way to the post office this morning, I came across a driver who was driving ten miles an hour less than the posted speed limit - on dry roads mind you - and another one who couldn't quite decide whether or not he was in Britain or the United States, so he was driving in the middle of the yellow line.

If this is the way my day is starting, I can hardly wait for when I report for work. Since it is the main manager working tonight, she will most likely use my on-call shift. Whoopie do. Wish me luck and patience with my day.