Sixteen

Another very, very long day of work. I probably do too much when it comes to making sure that things are covered.

My initial reaction to that thought is to say that I need to learn to quit caring.

But that’s not who I am.

Part of the training I had today was a big focus on directing ethical behavior in the workplace.

There was one douchenozzleguy I dealt with when I was marooned in a really bad job that really made it a point that his behavior might be unethical, but it wasn’t immoral.

Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, fella. You know you weren’t doing the right thing. I can only hope your wife is making sure your wife isn’t raising your kids with such loose standards.

I have my doubts.

So, prompt, because I could kvetch for a long time about this sort of thing….

Do you think that social justice warriors accomplish anything productive?

I’m not sure. The SJW-types probably don’t know, either. But they’d be disgusted that you can’t reach whatever conclusion they’ve reached at that moment.

Last week, it’d have been a different conclusion, but, you know, awareness raised; what the hell is wrong with you?

One of my fantasy football teams this year is the DC Wokescolds. They really don’t know why they disapprove of a behavior, but they do disapprove, and if you don’t, you’re the problem.

Okay, then.