Eight Days until we see

 It's not really a countdown.  It's more like What's going to happen? countdown.  Now that we know that the monster hasn't let the landlord know when he's going, we wonder will he go?  Will he fight this?  I am hoping not. I am hoping that his girlfriend has some sense to find a place.  We'll see.

I am disgusted that Elon Musk is involving himself in the Wisconsin Supreme Court race.  This upsets me a lot.  This just doesn't make me feel good at all.  I am so tired of that reptile.  Stay away.  He is exhausting. He makes Trump look a tiny bit sane.  Not a lot.  Last night, I didn't want to write my letters to voters when I read more about it.  I will finish what I started and mail my postcards as well.  I don't have hope.  

I am hoping that my day will be a day where I can focus on the things that I am assigned to and not for someone else.  I had the lurker's friend call me for help.  I guess I was his last resort.  I find him a bit repulsive with his words.  I'm not a saint with language and I'm not a gutter mouth with swearing. I hate it when I do drop the "F" bombs.  That's usually reserved for the monster.  I am respectful on language and the people I'm around.  You can look really trashy if you're dropping curse words left and right.  In a workplace setting?  No way.  I may let something slip to someone who knows me and if they've let that word slip, so be it.  Sometimes it's for humor.  Sometimes it releases stress.  This person?  First time I talked to them every other word started with the letter "F".  It's like do you know me well enough to think that language is ok?  They gossip with the lurker and he needed my help.  Turned out the lurker didn't do what they were supposed to do and I tried to tell him politely that they may have just forgotten.  It happens.  People are human.  If it was me, the lurker would have reported me.  I spent most of the afternoon on the phone trying to figure this out and it made me want to drop an "F" word when he said that maybe he'll just drop the lurker a text message and find out.  Oh, that's nice. I can do the work while the lurker relaxes somewhere.  That's great.  Should I order them a cocktail while I'm at it too?  Jerk.  Yeah, I'm thinking of the letter "f" in front of the jerk part.  Unbelievable.

My mom has been upset about Ukraine.  I am not happy either and I checked in with Corinne to see how she was doing.  She's not happy with the United States but she said that Ukraine will get the help it needs from other countries. I know Corinne would love to see Ukraine some day.  I would like to see Ukraine beat the bully.  I am worried too that might not happen.  

I am hoping maybe I can brave the cold today for a walk to the store.  Yesterday, I was hoping to get 5 cartons of strawberries for $1.88 at the store and I realized that I had accidentally picked up organic.  Damn. The clerk was nice in taking them off but because of the coupon, I knew it wouldn't let me go back and get three to replace the ones I picked up that were organic. I took them to the service desk and the young man was nice enough to help me get the price and ring me up.  

I noticed on his name tag he had a They/Them for his pronouns.  Interesting. This is a nice kid who has been good about helping me and my mom.  I know pronouns don't make sense to a lot of people, but in a way, it made me smile.  It made me realize that this is a good person.  This is a person just wants to be accepted in this world.  I am ok with that.  For many others?  It's offensive and unnecessary.  Well, so is calling the Gulf of Mexico the Gulf of America, but I'm not going to harp on it and stomp my feet.  

Well, I hope the good humans have a good day.