Happy Thursday, world. I have sunshine, and coffee, and a fuzzy hoody. The sunshine is supposed to stick around all day, and Mom has a load of clothes in the wash already. I’m chatting with Shawshank, NewTech, and BossRPh this morning. Today is St. Patrick’s Day, which might possibly be the most pointless of US holidays.
We had dinner at the Compound last night. Brian has family visiting from out of town, so there was a big shrimp boil. As usual, the visit was everything I could have ever imagined, and more. I got to hear all sorts of bullshit. My favorite was the ranting about how people aren’t the same as they used to be. No one has any respect for people anymore. At the same time, people are too sensitive. One relative complained about the fact that people aren’t brought up to be respectful or courteous these days, mostly centered on how he’s not addressed as “sir” or “Mr. ______” by people younger than him. In the next breath, he’s giving us examples of people who are “too sensitive” and “don’t have a sense of humor”. The example I can remember is trying to joke with the Black associates about “hose sizes”.
Throw in a good dash of “I don’t understand why they can say that word but I can’t” and you’ve got your average dinner at the Compound.
And today I get to do it all over again.
Oh well.
At least I’ll break up the afternoon with the phone interview with with dispo #2. The call should only be about 10-20 minutes. Unlike last week, however, I believe I’ll be talking to a local person rather than a third party company. This has me a little more nervous, because I don’t expect it will be as generic as the other one was. BossRPh says she’ll vouch for my leadership skills, so there’s that.
