I AM NO QUIT I AM EXTEND SON
I’ll be working until the end of January. The woman I was hired to temporarily replace for medical reasons and to be a casual is now not working for the company, reason unknown. My reasons for not wanting to be there are still in place but I’m getting paid and I don’t have to work weekend days so I don’t care. Steady middies for me!
It’s amusing that I’m awake now. The world is white and quiet with snow, and if I was working tonight my shift would be about to start…. I just woke up.
I could use the money, although I’d forgotten the extent to which commuting in the wintertime is such a fricking drag in this burg.
Getting to and from work the last week has chewed through a bus station mop. But… it only took an hour to get home yesterday.
My characters are sad and so am I. It’s the pathetic fallacy folks.
Also one of them is quitting drinking and I’m walking alongside him for portions of that, which I loathe.
Although I did think of THE MOST DISGUSTING SIXER RELATED GAG I mean I burst out laughing when poor Jeff was trying to watch the Dallas/Tampa game, which was ugly and beautiful and what the hell’s going on with the zebras, and mah God Dak Prescott, but I just had this vision of Sweetie, who is like 3 kilos, being the security guard for the whorehouse, and controlling a patron with the vilest impersonation of Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry one could possibly imagine, and I couldn’t stop laughing because the joke grows organically out of the situation and at this point we could all use a laugh,
because Trump sailed through the Electoral College, and the Republic, tottering after decades of hacking at the Constitution and weak from never dealing with racism and the Civil War, is in full kleptocratic collapse.
What to watch for over 4 years in the US:
Moar racism
Moar war
Higher infant and maternal death rates – this has actually been going on in slow motion over the decade I’ve been keeping track, it’s sickening…
More prison rioting (underreported) as the food in prisons gets worse and worse under Trump’s prison owning buddies
Higher violent death rates, across the board, all kinds – vehicles (road rage), guns, knives, stranglings.
More alcoholism and alcohol related death
More needle drug abuse and higher rates of AIDS HIV infection. More people dying of ODs, pills and otherwise.
Zika running wild in South Florida and the gulf coast and women being forced to carry the fetus to term with no health insurance for a lifetime of need thanks to Republican state legislatures
Hundreds more deaths each year from white people carrying guns, being scared of black people and shooting grandmothers and toddlers but mostly teenage boys who are existing while black
Muslims being burned alive in their mosques. Hasn’t happened yet but it’s going to happen and more than once.
Tripling of deaths in custody. (The statisticians just learned that the number of people who’ve died in custody in the US in the last five years is ACTUALLY DOUBLE what they thought because there’s no reporting mechanism and now the cop unions are trying to prevent any oversight of this statistic at all…)
Diaspora people – Jewish, black and Muslim – who have family and opportunities in Canada, moving here, although they’ll probably need a couple of years of Trump to realize it’s time to get out of town.
Tourism tanks across the US and Trumpites CELEBRATE America for Americans.
Confederates bringing automatic weapons to Pride Days and killing grandmothers and toddlers along with some queers.
Open war on First Nations Land; mass incarcerations and arrests, and Trump’s buddies making money on it.
More legal weed.
Secession talk from more than California.
The Left NEVER calling him President Trump. Just Trump. Or Cheetolini.
Patton Oswalt falling in love again and remarrying. Because honestly, that man deserves happiness.
Sad family note. Young cousin got a bad (not what he specifically and carefully asked for) haircut… but we have a hairdresser in the family and our relations did not have to have that experience. I wish it were otherwise but how often does adult convenience drive the nightmares of small children. I speak from sad and memorable experience here, thinking about Katie and the earring back. I still cry when I think about that, tho’ Katie has long since forgiven me.
A friend asked me what my Christmas Day plans were and I said “Reheating takeout and watching Die Hard with my brother” and now we’re eating at Hal and Cassidy’s, go team!
At some point Jeff and I have to leave the house for supplies, but the urban slushy streets are too disgusting….