After a nice, relaxing three workdays at my alternate work site, it’s back to the other place for three days. That means I have to fight with the goddamn parking garage gate. They have these fancy schmancy RFID chips that get stuck to your windshield that are supposed to open the gate for you. Kind of like the EZ Pass, except EZ Pass is an active chip (that is, it has its own power supply), whereas these goddamn things are passive. And, frankly, the little bastard on my windshield always worked erratically, and lately hasn’t freakin’ worked much at all. Then they have the nerve to send me a nasty e-mail saying there’s no “free parking.” Yeah, well, no shit. We (and when I say “we,” I mean Granny) pay over $80 for the privilege of parking there (the alternative would be to drive as far away from work as where we live – but in the opposite direction), and take a shuttle bus in to work. Fuck that. What I really need is to get my work location permanently changed to the “good” place. Either that, or win the lottery tonight.