First Week Down

It feels like the month is moving too fast and we're only on day 5.  I realized that if I want to get Charlotte's christmas package out, I better finish with what I need to buy and get it to the post office by next weekend.  It was fine that I had off on Monday but I think next year I'll change that time to a later date to do my last minute stuff like stand in a stupid line at the post office.  Exciting life, I know.  I just know what a bitch it can be mailing out stuff on a weekend and since my post office sucks, I'll have to do it on a weekend.  

I finished filling out my evaluation yesterday and I feel relieved.  I don't feel relieved about the work I'm behind on after missing a couple of  days the last few weeks plus the holiday.  Hopefully I can gain some ground today.  Fingers crossed.  It was a relief to have our meeting cancelled.  I don't mind them but I love the gift of time more.  

Seems like the lurker kept haunting me yesterday. I tried to schedule something and she already marked that date.  I had a hold on it but they never reached out and asked me if the date was going.  They just went ahead and did it.  I'm so weary of that person.  Stay out of my area please.  

I see Mandela Barnes has entered the arena for governor.  Win.  Someone win.  I don't want a Republican governor.  My mom is getting up to go to the food pantry that pissed her off the week before.  I hate that.  We get a fair amount for Snap that helps us out.  Now that it's being threatened to be cut off, we're thrown into the insecurity corner again.  This is where I struggle with my anger for people who voted for this cruel shit.  Yesterday I watched a video of a woman being pulled from her car who was a citizen.  People argued that she should have shown her id when she asked.  Right now we're living in crazy town.  Maybe she was afraid people.  Ever think of that?  I felt sick hearing the story of the girl that got deported back to Honduras when she just wanted to see her parents.  Honestly, Fuck you all for voted for this.  Excuse my language but it's been a lot.  It's exhausting.

I cheered myself up last night when I looked at Harold's Facebook page.  He went back to San Diego and he posed for a picture with his friend wearing a cowboy hat that was too small for his head.  Looks like Kid Rock's stupid uncle.  Just think he didn't want me.  I wasn't good enough.  Oh boo hoo me!  I know it's insulting but the small cowboy hat on his head made me feel better.

Yeah, that was petty of me.  People haven't been nice to me so I resort to looking at their Facebook page to see how fat they look in their swimsuit or mock their tiny cowboy hats.  Win win.

Sigh.  Still sighing.

I like the holiday tree by my desk.  Makes me feel better when I want to scream into my pillow.

I hope the good humans have a good day. 

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