October 30th, 2020

Kind of a weird departure

One of the problems I had with my short term job was that the scheduling was insane.  I had four blocks of time today.  Three half hour blocks and one hour separated by various amounts of dead time.  So two and a half hours total but broken up.  Really kind of annoying and not something I had anticipated when I started looking at this.  I thought I'd maybe have a four hour block five days a week.  Nope.  

My last hour was actually filled with the kind of calls I loved.  They were happy, friendly people looking for help and I had the tools to do it.  I was able to fix their issues on the first call only having to ask for one piece of information from tier 2 and had fun conversations with them while I was doing it.  So there was that little tug again, was I doing the right thing.

Fortunately there was a Slack message I saw as I was getting ready to leave that we're no longer doing CSA we are doing QA now on rolling grading periods.

Having no clue nor interest in what the hell any of that means I was happy to be pulling out of dodge before my QA ran into my Rubric.

I closed about 40 tickets this week and only pissed one person off (he was mad at the company, not me, but it registers as mad at me).  I piss off more people than that going to the store so I was pleased.


Chicago 7

Typically fun Sorkin thing.  Brings back memories for some of us.  

BUT.  One scene really hit me hard.  Bobby Seale in jail and Tom Hayden visiting.

Seale: The seven of you, you've all got the same father, right?

Seale: I'm talking to you.

Seale: You all got the same father, right?

Seale: "Cut your hair, don't be a fag, respect authority, respect America, respect me"

Seale: Your life, it's a 'Fuck you' to your father, right?

Seale: A little?

Hayden: Maybe

Seale: Maybe

Seale: Any you can see how that's different from a rope on a tree?

The lines delivered calmly and without malice by Yahya Abdul-Mateen II.  The quiet voice louder than anything else in the movie.

Such a microcosm of the liberal movement, why it is so hard to do things together, even by people with pure hearts and the best of intentions.

Every day is Friday or None of them are

Back to my previous reality.

I missed you.

There are two days of the week that are important.  Take garbage cans to the curb day and bring garbage cans back from the curb day.

Other than that ... well, there are days on the calendar like Zoe tooth day week after next and country cough up the big orange hairball day next week.  Days to avoid the school in our community early in the morning and at 3PM and days when the construction people are not supposed to work and I hear the quiet again.

Tomorrow morning is none of those days.  It is just a day when the sun will come up and then set and there will be lots of light in the middle.  And I can do what I want.  If I do a series of things one way somewhere down the line I may receive money.  If not I'll have to forgo that whatever it is I want on that other day.

I'm either reading too much or not enough Zen.

Don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon.