I woke up this morning and headed towards the bathroom. I turned on the sink faucet for my two little kitties and started the shower for myself. As I began to search for a towel and clean clothes the bathroom began to fill with steam. Once I found my clothes for the day, guess what? They were wrinkled. I plugged in the iron, the coffee maker, and went into the living room to turn on the television. CNN. Terri Schiavo. MSNBC. Terri Schiavo. And dare I say it FoxNews. Terri Schiavo.
After about 5 min of TerriGate I headed back to the ironing board to finish my shirt. After adding my starch from the aerosol can, I began to iron. Meanwhile the shower filled the bathroom with steam and the sink faucet hydrated my sweet kitties.
So into the shower for my 20 minute shower under scorching hot water, listening to the local morning show on the radio. Meanwhile the sink faucet runs, lights on in the bedroom, living room and kitchen. Coffee pot warms my coffee and the tv in the living room still plays Terri Schiavo.
After my shower and dressing I head to one of my 3 computers to check my email. I don't have to wait for it to boot up as I leave all 3 on 24/7. After a quick response to my emails I head to the garage. On my way I stop to make sure I cut off the coffee maker and the iron. I leave the living room tv on as I think my kitties like it, and maybe it'll scare a burglar into thinking someone's actually home.
Once in the garage I hit the power door opener and get into my 8 Cylinder Mustang GT. Damn. If it had a gas light it'd be on. I'll never make it to work. So I pull into BP and fill up. 15.2 gallons into a 15.6 gallon tank. We're talking Premium baby. None of that 87 Octane for my pony. I sit in the car as the pump runs. After I hear the click I get out and look at the pump's meter. No way that's right I say. And I can almost hear the pump say back "What are you going to do about it, punk? Say something. Say something, punk!"
So I take my receipt and head to work. On my way my wife calls me. She commutes about 40 miles to work and sits in traffic the large majority of the time. Her Toyota SUV is stuck in traffic again today. So she's bored and we talk about our weekend plans until I get to work.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
As I walk through the door I'm the first one in. Flip on the florescent incandescent lights and head to my office. PC, adding machine, 2 printers are already on. No need to wait for them to boot up or bother myself with flipping their switch. All I have to do is turn on the radio.
Meanwhile my receptionist comes in. Her office equipment and PC are already on as well. Time for the work day to begin.
But here I sit in my office. Florescent incandescent lights humming and no work getting done. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm a liberal. A damn proud liberal. I'm 100% against drilling in the Artic National Wildlife Refuge. I spout off about how Republicans are anti environment and pro corporate pollution. But what the hell do I do to save the environment?
I sure don't recycle. My wife and I go through a bag of garbage a day. There are only 2 of us! Good grief.
I'm sure not going to take the bus. Too many damn smelly people there.
I love power. I love my car to accelerate fast. I love not having to wait on my PC's to boot up. I love my coffee, my shirts pressed, my tv, my hot showers, my wife, and my sweet kitties. (Not necessarily in that order.) But I am ashamed of myself. Despite what I say or what I believe, I'm no different than "them" because of the way I act.
My name is Dittoz. And I'm a Petroleum Addict.