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shadowkatDeep breath. It's hard not having control over one's life. Just one's reactions to it.
Laundry. I managed to do it - but it was touch and go there for a bit. There really was no choice but to get it done tonight - I had the equivalent of two loads of clothes, and had run out of socks, also running low on other items. And had to wash both bath mats.
I made it to the subway from the train by 4:39, got home by 5:07. (Commute is walk to train, wait on the platform for ten minutes (it's about a five to ten minute walk to the train), take train to Atlantic Terminal. Get off, go up steps, and about a ten to fifteen minute walk to the subway, I can sometimes do it in five. Wait for the subway. Then it's another ten minute walk home, and up three flights to my apartment.
Anyhow, so far so good. Took the laundry down the elevator with a Russian gal who never wears a mask (Eastern Europeans and Masks). She dropped off her recycling. I put my laundry in the machines - the laundry room was completely empty. Then when I went to get my card? Missing in action. (We need a money or laundry card to use the machines. You put money on it and swipe in the machines.) When I went to buy a new one - it informed me that I had to see the super. So I rush upstairs - to see if I can find it. No where to be found (I think I had at least ten-twenty bucks remaining on it). Then rushed to super, rang bell and she provided me with a card in exchange for $10. The cards cost $10. Then downstairs again to put money on the card (laundry room was still empty thank god - ie. no one took my stuff out). Which took a while - because it wouldn't except debit just credit - so I had to figure that out. Swiped the card. Put in detergent, went back upstairs.
When I came down to put it in the dryers - someone else had their laundry in one of the machines, and a young mother came down with a huge amount of laundry. She was talkative.
Young Woman: Hi I'm Joan, what's your name?
(I introduce myself)
Joan: usually it's vacant on Thursdays - so I've been doing it.
Me (Damn - I'd been using Thursday as my day to do laundry pre-pandemic, now I'm losing that day?) : Yeah, well it varies. I was remote and hybrid for a while, now back to full time in the office.
Joan: I've been full time since forever - can't remember how long. Oh I did have maternity leave. So since April 2020.
ME: What do you do?
Joan: I'm an office manager - so I kind of have to be in there to run things.
I have a lot of conversations with people I don't know very well every day of the week.
The lifting of the mask restrictions is confusing people at work. Gabe is worried about them lifting it on airlines. They've already done so in schools which makes her nervous. It makes sense in rural areas but not urban ones. On NY1 they were mocking Governor DeSantis of Florida, who was bullying high school students for wearing masks.
DeSantis: I don't know why you're wearing masks - they don't work. You should take them off. Now. Whatever.
NY1: what an idiot - he's bullying the school kids, so much for personal choice.
Meanwhile the NY Governor has made it clear that we will not stand for any bullying, ostracization, or harassment of anyone who wants to wear a mask.
"No tolerance for anyone choosing to do whatever they want." So we're on the other side of that argument now? Already? Instead of trying not to bully the nitwits who don't want to wear them, we're not bullying the smart folks who continue to wear them. Why is the human species still alive? We should all be dead by now.
New Yorkers - basically those of us who live in the city and can think critically. And aren't idiots. How do we know? We wear them, we didn't get COVID. Voila. Not exactly rocket science folks. It's cause and effect.
Yet, I've a bunch of co-workers who believe masks don't work and refuse to wear them - and see that as their personal choice. Luckily they aren't sitting near me. Although I did forget to put one on to talk to a coworker recently. We were six feet apart.
***
It's cool tonight and windy, supposed to get down into the twenties. Should make sleeping easier - with the heaters. I had a horrible nightmare last night - I dreamed I was performing - as in singing - a song, it was a Beatles song, but I could not remember the lyrics, nor could I find them anywhere - nor could I find the song. And it was getting closer and closer to the time I had to perform it. I kept telling myself it was just a dream, but yet I was still in it. (Mainly because a portion of my subconscious realized that it did not make logical sense that I was performing a song, let alone a Beatles song, since I can't sing.) I woke up to the alarm, rather relieved.
I think the story I'm revising may be getting inside my head.
**
I think logically and critically - when things do not make logical sense to me, I ask questions and get annoyed. If you can explain it to me in a way that makes logical sense - I'll go along with it. If you can't - I may get annoyed.
Also I'm amused by things that defy logic.
Soap Twitter was bored today.
Mother: GH was boring.
Me: I know, soap twitter was bored and busy having ship wars to entertain themselves.
Sometimes they crack me up.
Lesle to Anna: Maybe Jason is tormenting Peter in the hereafter!
Ava Forever on Soap Twitter: Ah, proof Jason is in hell.
Jason shipper named Liz: The only way you'd definitely know the location of someone is if you were there yourself.
Me: So basically they think you can only know the location of a fictional character in a fictional hell is if you are actually in the fictional hell with them? LOL! This is hilarious.
I live for the absurdity. And they are delightfully absurd.
Soap Twitter: I'm rooting for Trina and Esme against Joss.
Me: Yes, let's root for the insane psychopath (Esme) over the legacy character teen (Joss).
I'd talk about work - but ...confidential information and all that. The biggest problem is what to do about the homeless who have decided to permanently squat in the Air Train building and lobby of our office building which is seemingly adjacent or part of it. It's kind of disgusting and painful to see. One guy is asleep on the floor. Often they have no clothes on. And are filthy. You can't give them money - they are drug addicts. You can't call 311 - nothing happens. You can't call the cops - they are already there, and kind of just staring at them in futility. You can't help them yourself - they are either nuts, on drugs, and often holding a weapon. The only thing you can do is blatantly ignore them. And avoid as much as possible. Also none of them bother with masks (they were given masks - they just ignore them).
Meanwhile...WORDL is just weird. Rupee is Pakistani currency. Yourn was on today's list of accepted words - excuse me, how is Yourn a word? And previously they had Bloke - that's British slang for a guy. What the hell? I cry foul. Whomever is running this game from the NY Times is coming up with some bizarre words.
**
Anywho...here's a picture:
Laundry. I managed to do it - but it was touch and go there for a bit. There really was no choice but to get it done tonight - I had the equivalent of two loads of clothes, and had run out of socks, also running low on other items. And had to wash both bath mats.
I made it to the subway from the train by 4:39, got home by 5:07. (Commute is walk to train, wait on the platform for ten minutes (it's about a five to ten minute walk to the train), take train to Atlantic Terminal. Get off, go up steps, and about a ten to fifteen minute walk to the subway, I can sometimes do it in five. Wait for the subway. Then it's another ten minute walk home, and up three flights to my apartment.
Anyhow, so far so good. Took the laundry down the elevator with a Russian gal who never wears a mask (Eastern Europeans and Masks). She dropped off her recycling. I put my laundry in the machines - the laundry room was completely empty. Then when I went to get my card? Missing in action. (We need a money or laundry card to use the machines. You put money on it and swipe in the machines.) When I went to buy a new one - it informed me that I had to see the super. So I rush upstairs - to see if I can find it. No where to be found (I think I had at least ten-twenty bucks remaining on it). Then rushed to super, rang bell and she provided me with a card in exchange for $10. The cards cost $10. Then downstairs again to put money on the card (laundry room was still empty thank god - ie. no one took my stuff out). Which took a while - because it wouldn't except debit just credit - so I had to figure that out. Swiped the card. Put in detergent, went back upstairs.
When I came down to put it in the dryers - someone else had their laundry in one of the machines, and a young mother came down with a huge amount of laundry. She was talkative.
Young Woman: Hi I'm Joan, what's your name?
(I introduce myself)
Joan: usually it's vacant on Thursdays - so I've been doing it.
Me (Damn - I'd been using Thursday as my day to do laundry pre-pandemic, now I'm losing that day?) : Yeah, well it varies. I was remote and hybrid for a while, now back to full time in the office.
Joan: I've been full time since forever - can't remember how long. Oh I did have maternity leave. So since April 2020.
ME: What do you do?
Joan: I'm an office manager - so I kind of have to be in there to run things.
I have a lot of conversations with people I don't know very well every day of the week.
The lifting of the mask restrictions is confusing people at work. Gabe is worried about them lifting it on airlines. They've already done so in schools which makes her nervous. It makes sense in rural areas but not urban ones. On NY1 they were mocking Governor DeSantis of Florida, who was bullying high school students for wearing masks.
DeSantis: I don't know why you're wearing masks - they don't work. You should take them off. Now. Whatever.
NY1: what an idiot - he's bullying the school kids, so much for personal choice.
Meanwhile the NY Governor has made it clear that we will not stand for any bullying, ostracization, or harassment of anyone who wants to wear a mask.
"No tolerance for anyone choosing to do whatever they want." So we're on the other side of that argument now? Already? Instead of trying not to bully the nitwits who don't want to wear them, we're not bullying the smart folks who continue to wear them. Why is the human species still alive? We should all be dead by now.
New Yorkers - basically those of us who live in the city and can think critically. And aren't idiots. How do we know? We wear them, we didn't get COVID. Voila. Not exactly rocket science folks. It's cause and effect.
Yet, I've a bunch of co-workers who believe masks don't work and refuse to wear them - and see that as their personal choice. Luckily they aren't sitting near me. Although I did forget to put one on to talk to a coworker recently. We were six feet apart.
***
It's cool tonight and windy, supposed to get down into the twenties. Should make sleeping easier - with the heaters. I had a horrible nightmare last night - I dreamed I was performing - as in singing - a song, it was a Beatles song, but I could not remember the lyrics, nor could I find them anywhere - nor could I find the song. And it was getting closer and closer to the time I had to perform it. I kept telling myself it was just a dream, but yet I was still in it. (Mainly because a portion of my subconscious realized that it did not make logical sense that I was performing a song, let alone a Beatles song, since I can't sing.) I woke up to the alarm, rather relieved.
I think the story I'm revising may be getting inside my head.
**
I think logically and critically - when things do not make logical sense to me, I ask questions and get annoyed. If you can explain it to me in a way that makes logical sense - I'll go along with it. If you can't - I may get annoyed.
Also I'm amused by things that defy logic.
Soap Twitter was bored today.
Mother: GH was boring.
Me: I know, soap twitter was bored and busy having ship wars to entertain themselves.
Sometimes they crack me up.
Lesle to Anna: Maybe Jason is tormenting Peter in the hereafter!
Ava Forever on Soap Twitter: Ah, proof Jason is in hell.
Jason shipper named Liz: The only way you'd definitely know the location of someone is if you were there yourself.
Me: So basically they think you can only know the location of a fictional character in a fictional hell is if you are actually in the fictional hell with them? LOL! This is hilarious.
I live for the absurdity. And they are delightfully absurd.
Soap Twitter: I'm rooting for Trina and Esme against Joss.
Me: Yes, let's root for the insane psychopath (Esme) over the legacy character teen (Joss).
I'd talk about work - but ...confidential information and all that. The biggest problem is what to do about the homeless who have decided to permanently squat in the Air Train building and lobby of our office building which is seemingly adjacent or part of it. It's kind of disgusting and painful to see. One guy is asleep on the floor. Often they have no clothes on. And are filthy. You can't give them money - they are drug addicts. You can't call 311 - nothing happens. You can't call the cops - they are already there, and kind of just staring at them in futility. You can't help them yourself - they are either nuts, on drugs, and often holding a weapon. The only thing you can do is blatantly ignore them. And avoid as much as possible. Also none of them bother with masks (they were given masks - they just ignore them).
Meanwhile...WORDL is just weird. Rupee is Pakistani currency. Yourn was on today's list of accepted words - excuse me, how is Yourn a word? And previously they had Bloke - that's British slang for a guy. What the hell? I cry foul. Whomever is running this game from the NY Times is coming up with some bizarre words.
**
Anywho...here's a picture:
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Date: 2022-03-04 07:47 pm (UTC)