I didn’t really have a prompt for this one, either.
Again, an incredibly busy day. Eleven hours of work, and I’m not finished. I have something to do in a few hours. Oh well.
IN the meantime, however, I did get notice that, no, I’m not going to be taking my shot tonight because, yes, the med agencies couldn’t get the paperwork completed correctly to get me my medication today
I don’t know what it says that I’m not getting bent-out-of-shape about it. I did nothing wrong. That said, no, I’m not going to be conciliatory about the situation. You all screwed up. I don’t care that it wasn’t you, particularly, but you didn’t call me to let me know that there was going to be a problem until the day thathe problem was going to expose itself.
I could have spent a bunch of time trying to apply more pressure from my end, but it doesn’t change anything.
A kinder person might be more understanding, but I’m beyond the point of either outrage, or conciliation. There’s nothing I can do, so…”Whatever.” /GenX
I looked at past entries, and found this from this day in 2011.
3. How are you similar or different from the person you were 5 years ago? 10 years ago? 20 years ago?
Really, there aren’t a ton of similarities. Five years ago I was in a new relationship, my first significant one in several years. I liked it so I put a ring on it.
Ten years ago, I was trying to finish my degree, and working far, far too much at the same time. Still, I think that fall semester my last year was probably my best academically.
Twenty years ago? I was living in Bremerhaven, Germany. Memories are really fading. I think we were just about getting the hints that big changes were coming to American life in Germany. By May, the immediate changes were already happening. My high school had about 600 students when the 91-92 year finished. The next year, there were only about 150 to start the year. When I left in February, it was down to about 80. I had four lockers.
I’ve got a bunch of faves I apologize. Up too late last night watching Breesus give repeated doses of Manningface…
Five years ago, I was settling in to my last job, working an insane amount of time. We were coming out of the bad situation around my employment.
I absolutely loved what I was doing in that job. I tried hard to find a reason to stay there, but the money really spoke. Given that that job would have come to an end even before the pandemic started, but at the time, I really did not want to head anywhere else.
(Wow, there was a weird formatting tag in that old §. I’m not sure what that would have been lost without it.)
Kind of replaying the entries from towards the end of NoJoMo a decade ago…
My initial temptation was to say that I was trying to be calm, and make the best of the situation in which I found myself then.
Thinking back on that, though, I really had good reason to be pissed off.
Did I let my emotions get the best of me more than once? Absolutely. But in retrospect, the anger was justified, maybe underplayed.
I was doing so much to really disconnect from the horrid situation in which I’d found myself both personally and professionally.
Kyle Orton’s (Not the former NFL QB who heard a boo..h/t TMac) Substack name — It can always get worse.
Something very British about that outlook.
But I had no idea what was ahead in just a couple of months…..
A missive here about the four-letter company, and the inmates partially responsible for me being there would absolutely be appropriate.
But I’m not going to do that.
I am finished for the day.
And, tomorrow, for the month.
I probably should set out how much I’m going to write on the wrap-up tomorrow night.
Let’s try to do a solid hour.
I’m not working Friday, and don’t really care to see the Thursday Night football game.