Another Hot Day

 I am looking forward to August. I know there will be hot days, but I know there's a chance we can get some temperatures dropping.  Wishful thinking, I know.  At least it's one month closer to coolness.  It doesn't feel like the central air is working as good as it should.  I don't need anything else malfunctioning.

I got through my mid-year just fine and I didn't bring up the lurker.  Some of our criteria and goals involve being part of a group average and because the lurker cheats on her metrics and will stay online at all hours of the night, her numbers are higher.  How do I know about the late nights?  I have seen emails at 8 or 9 at night.  I know somehow she's getting things done in a dishonest manner and even if I had all the receipts and screen shots laid out to prove what I know, I think there would be an excuse.  If it affects me financially with this goal, I will not be a happy camper come next year.  I may have to reconsider a different group if someone cheating like that affects me.

When I worked for Boston Store years ago, if we got a return from a different store, that return would everyone's commission.  There was a girl who was very aggressive and working there full time.  We found out she was putting her returns under the house and I put in my two weeks after I found that out. I had enough.  I'm not going to do the same in this situation, but I need to think about where I can get a fair shot.

I did catch part of Trump acting like everyone's least favorite racist old uncle at some black broadcasters conference.  What is it with him constantly calling women nasty?  I feel like he's using the "c" word.  What a freak. 

My mom was hoping I'd get my car back tomorrow. I had to remind nooooo, they will call me if they get the final part in from Chicago because it won't take them long to install it.  Friday we can go to Aldi's or to some other magical land that she's anxious to go to.

What a wild month it's been.  It's been some good, seeing my sister and family, Kamala taking over for the Democratic nomination.  Not so great moments like Joe stepping down and well this car thing has just sucked.

August gives me a tiny bit of hope as we start a new month.  Unless we get a week of 100 degree weather.  That would really suck.

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