My phone has decided that I live 55 miles away in Jefferson, Colorado. Which is on the northern end of South Park – yes, that is a real place from whence the writers of the TV show of the same name came.
It is sort of emblematic of this week so far. My friend is mad at me for not loving a movie the way she did, people at work are SO cranky, the dog was growling at the air last night, and things feel weird.
One of my favorite people at the hospital acted very badly yesterday. I know he has a temper and very little patience, but I had never seen him behave this way before. I adore him so it kind of hurt. An IT guy who has always been extremely friendly yelled at me yesterday! I damn near cried! I chaired a meeting where I myself had to shout to get people to shut up! And today I am chairing a meeting with basically the same cast of characters as the meeting yesterday.
Thank God I can retire right this second if I feel like it. I can retire in 3 years most likely and do it responsibly. I can do anything for three years.
Honestly, I feel sorry for the people who are young enough to have to remain in the workplace into the future. We have become so politically correct and uptight that it is no longer pleasant – at all. Someone needs to start telling the truth, and maybe it will start a cascade of truthfulness which may lead to some actual communication. OK, so let it begin with me saying something that we skirt around and no one will speak it.
The trouble started at the meeting yesterday with two people presenting something that was controversial to begin with. The trouble was exacerbated by the fact that neither of them can speak an understandable version of english. An accent is one thing, but incomprehensible is another. The man sitting next to me got so frustrated, he slid down in his chair, crossed his arms, and mumbled “Jesus Christ.” ( I will assume that was a prayer and that he was not taking the name of God in vain.) We asked them to clarify some things and bring it back next month. I hope to God I can find someone who speaks english to present it for them by then.
Am I supposed to feel guilty for being an anglophile? Probably. In truth, I just want to understand what someone is saying when they are talking to me. Should I learn Mandarin and Amharic? I think that is unrealistic.
Again, I am glad I only have a few more years to work in this crazy world.