I am done with talking to people in person for the day, so have a few moments to spare for you fuckers. (That's a term of endearment now, you know. My friend Alison With the Trendy Haircut said it the other day, and I swear, the minute she said it, it was like a Crystal Gayle ballad starting playing in the background. So perfect.)
In the past few days, the following things have happened:
- I have been offered a better, more power-wielding, more prestigious job out of nowhere;
- I had to turn down that awesome position -- which, by the way, was in a gorgeous new building staffed exclusively with people I already know and love -- due to ridiculous logistical complications;
- I felt really depressed that I had to do that, because, hell, is it likely that someone just calls you up and offers you much more money and power out of the blue?;
- I so totally got my period;
- I bought some costume jewelry that I am pretty happy with;
- I became concerned that there's something wrong with one of our cats and, according to the vet, the diagnosis will be reliant on getting her to pee in a tray of lentils (!);
- I've continued my toast-a-palooza in the workplace -- feeling sad? Try toast!
But all of that sort of is not so important given how shittastic things in New Orleans and the surrounding areas have been. I got a very helpful email from Howard Dean yesterday directing all the party faithful to the Red Cross website. You should also think about taking some time to give blood this week. (Well, in general, I guess also.) There is a lot of hideousness now, and I think it's, as always, important to try and focus on what you can do rather than getting disaster-fixation.
Speaking of -- I do feel compelled to mention. Wouldn't having some stateside National Guard troops for our southern friends in need right about now be nice? (I mean, the scenario was not unexpected, given how over-extended our military has been.) The latest administration plan seems to be to bring in active-duty military folks, as well as large numbers of other Guard troops from far-away states. Bad policies bear bad fruit yet again -- it would be better, in my opinion, to have Guardsmen who are members of the community they're serving, who know the area and the population, and who are close enough, geographically, for rapid response. But then again, what do I know?
Anyway, get off your asses and do something nice for someone. For the people down south who need you here, and while you're in line for giving blood, maybe you will knit a hat for afghans for Afghans too. (The deadline for knitting has been extended, and I am up to 4 hats already complete, the 5th on the needles. Get on it!)