One Day Closer

 Sounds like I heard the monster this morning when I was cleaning up this morning.  I'm guessing he took his girlfriend to work and he's keeping her car for the day.  Lucky her.  As soon as she started seeing him, he was driving her car.  He didn't have a car at the time.  Still doesn't.  He had the truck and it went away.  Maybe because it sat here all day.

I see that Megyn Kelly had something to say about Joy Reid.  I am with Don Lemon.  GFY  I have had a lot of Megyn Kelly's in my lifetime.  They are the bullies, the ones who have stepped on me over the years.  I will take a Joy Reid any day of the week.  I am sorry that Katie Phang lost her show and Alex Wagner as well.  I know it's business.  I know that Joy's show will be replaced by people of color with Michael Steele, Symone Sanders and Alicia Menendez, but still sad.  I thought well, I will be getting extra money this week with my bonus and what a better way to do retail therapy with buying some of Joy's books on Audible and Kindle?  I hope she's on Substack.  She's like Rachel.  She's good but she'll scare the daylights out of you with some of the things she said.  That is the truth.  We need truth tellers.

I am hoping that I can get back to what I've been working on before people were out.  Or still out.  I am still a little peeved about the one person who put out that task as a re-do assignment because the first person couldn't get it right.  I know it'll come back my way.  I have been so buried with my own stuff that I think I'll pretend it isn't there.  I don't think this person wants me to work on it.  I have dealt with people like her, just not in this sense where I felt like garbage when they just ignore my responses.  I'm used to feeling invisible, but I guess invisible garbage is a new low.

I am happy to get a break on Friday.  We'll see if it's a more joyous three day weekend or if it's a We need to make a phone call to the landlord kind of weekend.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  


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