It's just a habit, Connie, they probably can't help it. I tend towards that a little myself and I know it annoys some of my coworkers but I don't even know I'm doing it most of the time so it's hard to stop.

A business isn't designed to protect the rights of a minority. A business values profit over things like people's health.

A business can't print its own money and raise its own taxes. Bankruptcy looks very different for a country, especially one underpinning the global financial system. Even when you're talking about managing the budget, a government isn't a business. (This is extremely relevant for me when evaluating Trump, with his four bankruptcies and his blase attitude towards defaulting on the national debt.)

Y'all, what am I doing arguing with this person on facebook? On someone else's page, even? Do I think I'm going to convince him of the error of his ways, or make him understand the privilege he's currently enjoying? No. Then why am I spending my extremely limited energy on him?

This was me yesterday. He said he had no privilege and I ended up more frustrated than anything. So not worth it. I even posted links supporting my statements that were dismissed out of hand.

They can hormone test menopause? Huh. I'm so hopped up on anti-depressants, asthma meds, migraine meds, thyroid meds, and it feels like a zillion others (though I haven't had to graduate to the LARGE pill sorter yet), that maybe menopause effects are dulled for me?

I was wondering what a menopause pill would look like, then realized it would be something that magically created a fully-paid-for beach vacation with reassurances that everything back home was taken care of and when you got back everyone around you would have gotten educated on why life is hard right now.

I posted this big long thing and all I got back was #please. Hashtag please? All I'm getting is hashtag please? I'm going to chose to read that as, you are powerless against my excellent arguments and will be mulling them over on your own time, eventually coming to a gentle and subtle realization that everything you know is wrong and you have been an idiot every time you've opened your mouth for your entire life.

I private messaged the dude whose page it was to say, hey, should I disengage here? Because sheesh.

I think I might be done! I haven't had my period in three months. FINGERS CROSSED.

I can go almost 3 months without a period and then bam. It's back. But yes, hot flashes at night are no good.

Well hell. My cousin posted something along the lines of "Because I am obligated as a moral person to oppose the gleeful encouragement of hate crimes, racism, sexism, lying, bribery, not to mention really awful toupees." Her brother-in-law posted "when has he gleefully encouraged hate crimes".

Seriously?!?!? I need to come up with links. Wow.

If I was responsible person I would be mowing the lawn right now. I'm telling myself that I can't because it is too windy, but really I just would prefer not to.

Wrong 'uns gonna be wrong.

Things got so fucked up I had to call my boss ON VACATION to get her to make the necessary players stand up and take notice. Y'all know me, I'm not really a shrinking violet, it was that bad. But when we can't ingest data, the next step is informing the mission and that is BAD.

So she conference called everyone in on their personal phones (since they were not responding to me on the usual lines-they'll answer a boss calling from vacation) on her cell while she was driving with her visiting sister to Annapolis and we at least got things fixed enough we can limp through the weekend. Come to Jesus and FIX THIS Monday meeting, including chief engineer who will be really unhappy because he doesn't want to allocate more scant resources to us, but something is seriously broken.

And I'm frustrated because it feels like I couldn't even hold up my end, but part of the problem is that people didn't take seriously that I was making executive decisions. And no one else wanted to take responsibility. IT kept saying the infrastructure looked fine. Well, it wasn't working, so no, it isn't.

I ended up staying 2.5 hrs late. Swam 2 very necessary miles and now I'm headed straight to the bourbon.

Relax and deal on Monday, sara. Glad you boss had your back.