It’s actually, properly September now, the Friday before the last long weekend for a while. The husband and kid both have today off, and I am working from home. OK, "working": I’m waiting for the meds to kick in to combat my current bout of cramps, while keeping an intermittent eye on the work queue and fighting off a case of the fuckits.
Things I am grateful for:
The Internet, for providing me such answers as how to hack my CPAP to slightly turn up the pressure, and confirming that the shamelessly manipulative packet I got in the mail is from a charity with a shady financial history.
OTC medicine that can tackle mundane body issues.
My job situation, which lets me work from home whenever I want, and my work team, who are such an improvement from my previous position that my frogskin is almost all the way recovered from the boiling treatment.
My immediate in-laws, who are a band of enthusiastic and affectionate goobers.
My son, who gives me hope every day that he’s on the path to being a happy, independent, self-aware adult, which is my biggest goal for him.
Things for which I’d like to file a bug report:
The failure of the future to deliver robot bodies and instantaneous transporters. I’d even take a mashup of the two, where you rent a remote body.
Local companies that don’t call me back for work I need done, even after I’ve paid them!
My parent company, who in their infinite wisdom decided that the division of the company I work at (as in I have a cubicle in that building) but not for (my boss and team are an hour south of me, but we’re all on the same network) is obsolete, so they’re letting 100 people go in two months and outsourcing those responsibilities to third parties who can do them cheaper. It’s not a surprise - everyone in the building has been seeing this coming, but the timeline was a shock. Most of the people being cut have worked for this company for 15 or 20+ years, so their skillsets are out of date and they're much closer to retirement than most companies would probably like; getting new jobs will be a grim prospect. I am both grateful and guilty that years ago I jumped at a new position in another division when it was offered, but it doesn’t stop me from being angry at the recent decision. Fuck capitalism and its naked greed.
Right now I am also angry at the sheer awfulness of people; the hate playing out in the White House and the US, and across the world, make it really hard to raise a kid with any sense of optimism and belief in the merits of being a good or even decent person. It would be helpful if the positive news came in amounts larger than glimmers.
It’s a comforting delusion to believe that me and mine are insulated and far away from Those People, the racists and white supremacists, even as the local bumper stickers and check-out line conversations would indicate otherwise. But then I run smack dab into people I know, in the family circle, who are unbelievable DICKS, and my brain fugues into WTFery.
( Content warnings for familial anti-Semitism )*deep breaths*
It doesn’t help that I’m still angry about something that happened to my son earlier this week. I picked him up from the library, where he hangs out in the teen space after school, and noticed that he was a little bit tense. "Mom, don’t be mad," he started, which never seems to end well, and proceeded to tell me that he had loaned his phone to an older kid who claimed that he needed to call his family. The phone came back to my kid with the battery almost dead, with multiple open tabs of porn and a porn app installed. My son closed and uninstalled everything, but he was worried that I or his dad might think that it was his doing, because he was pretty sure that the other kid had done it to get him in trouble. I had to hug him and assure him that I wasn’t mad at him at all, but I was plenty angry at the other kid for abusing his trust and making him feel bad for trying to be helpful. I also thanked him for being so open with me, and pointed out that being able to trust him meant we would automatically believe him.
I understand that the real world is mean and full of harsh lessons like that, but damn it, fuck that kid for reinforcing that the world will screw you over given the chance.
ARGH. I’m happy that it’s a long weekend; here’s hoping that everyone gets a restorative break. With enough deep breaths and restful sleep, I might even move past anger for a while.