Finally got my Hillary sign up out front. Too bad my neighbor hasn't yet taken down his Bernie one. (And he actually moved it after the primaries were over to put a local candidate in the more prominent position, so why not just put it away??)

I also hate my FB friends' ignorant acquaintances who are so fucking determined to hang on to their principles that they're willing to allow a racist misogynistic narcissistic sociopath to be elected for FOUR YEARS to the fucking presidency.

Finally got my Hillary sign up out front.

I gotta get one of those. Though in my neighborhood it's preaching to the choir (except for our neighbor 3 doors down, Republican Ron [so nicknamed because we have 2 older male neighbors named Ron; the other Ron is nicknamed Whittlin' Ron because he sits on his front porch and whittles], who had a Romney sign during the last presidential election).

Okay, what I need is a t-shirt. My mom has the Rosie the Riveter-themed Hillary t-shirt from 2008.

I can't imagine anyone in my neighborhood would vote Trump, but there's a real possibility of Bernie or Busters.

Have you all seen the ads for the curry flavored yogurt? I'm eating it now, and it's pretty good! More coconutty than curry, but definitely curry as well.

Speaking of, Sue -- what happened with Poland??

I started to answer this earlier and was distracted by work. I actually thought I mentioned this already...I decided to turn down the job. It was a hard decision to make, because in theory, the job was what I was looking for, but it just didn't sit right with me. It was really hard to parse whether the feelings I was having were just normal fears that come with making big life decisions, or if there was something else there. But I felt 100% stressed about the thought of it, and when I everyone I told about it was so excited about it, all I was thinking was, "Why aren't I that excited?"

There were other factors: I was really unsure about living in Warsaw...I just didn't feel I knew enough, as much as I tried to research. The job was only short term, not really a step forward professionally, and I didn't know where it would leave me...in four years I'll be 50, and not quite ready/able to retire. Would I be able to get hired at that age? (And I'm not sure that I could go back w. my current boss...she's very unpredictable and I don't know if she take my leaving personally.) Finally, my parents are in their late eighties and their decline is only speeding up.

Since I made the decision, I haven't really had any regrets about it. I don't think it was the right job or the right place. Although I'm sure my current job will cause me to rue the decision sooner than later. (And between us getting kicked out of the office where all my work friends were and my favourite coworker leaving, I am feeling a little lonely at work these days.)

Good for you, then. If you feel good about the decision, it was the right call.

I hope so!

Oh, colleague. If you move this meeting to be more convenient for you so it's 12:30 FUCKING AM my time, I will cut you.

Edit: Well, there's a meeting I just declined.

Yeah, Sue, it sounds like you did the right thing.

oy, shrift