This sums up my week perfectly



Real Talk, You need to be voting

Okay, VA and MD democrats.  We’re about to have a “come to Jesus” meeting.  Please explain why Senator Warner is fighting hard for his US senate seat and Anthony Brown is not the Governor of MD.
“I was too busy to vote.”  “I forgot that it was election day.” “I thought so-and-so had the win on lock.”
You lazy trollops.  Do you know what republicans do come hell or high water?  They vote.  In primaries, in general elections, and presidential elections; they vote.
What do some of y’all do?  Continue to vote in presidential elections only.  I’ve said this to people so many times: The president is not a one-man band.   Congress, the Supreme Court, and the President make up three coequal branches of government with separate powers and checks and balances.
Congress has the power of the purse and therefore a lot more control over your daily life than any president ever will.  Republicans know this and vote accordingly.  Democrats seem blind to this fact and decide to stay home because “the president isn’t doing what I want.”
Even worse, I see talking heads like Tavis Smiley telling black voters to stay home because the president has done nothing for black people.  He knows good damn and well the history of American voting rights and that is what he tells people.  What is his purpose?
And that leads me to what is truly upsetting me.  The right to vote is precarious.  It can be taken away.  I don’t care who you vote for, but vote dammit.
It used to be that only the wealthy, landed male gentry could vote throughout the ages.  Do not think for one minute that some people don’t want to return to those days.
Non-white men got the right in 1870 and women only got the right in 1920.  That’s only a few generations ago.  America still had to pass the Voting Rights Act in 1965 to stop backwards bumpkin states from disenfranchising voters.  That was only 49 years ago.  That is nothing on the grand scale of human civilization.
People have fought and died for the right to have a voice in their government and every election I see people squander their opportunity to vote as if every citizen voting has always existed.
I implore you.  Check out the history of suffrage. Check out your candidates.  Look at their voting records, read news articles about them for multiple sources.  Stop sitting there wasting your hard-earned right to vote.
Because if I end up in some The Handmaid’s Tale or 1984 type of dystopia, I’m busting your non-voting ass before they drag me away for being a dissident.

The Cubicle Farm is a Battlefield: The Introvert and the TBMs

Why oh why, do Americans have to spend so much time in the workplace?  We’re one of the hardest working countries in the Developed World and we receive and use the least amount of vacation days.

In my last post about office life, I lamented about the loss of physical and personal boundaries and the energy vampires, Overly familiar Fred and Habitual line-stepper Harriet, that roam the cubicle farm looking for fresh introverts to feed off.  Once you spot the energy vampires, you can pretty much come up with a plan to avoid them or severely limit contact.

However, there is much more sinister creature out there in the cubicle farmlands of America: That Bitch Molly.   TBMs just come to work to make life miserable for people.  Nothing you will do or say will ever be right in a TBM’s eyes because their hostility amps are always on 11.  They approach every single situation as if you are their mortal enemy and you must be destroyed.  I’ve found the majority of the time, TBMs zero in and mistreat people to demonstrate their power and/or feel better about their own insecurities.

TBM: Peter, what time is it?
Peter: It’s noon.
TBM: <looks down and double checks his/her watch> Actually, it’s 12:01 and 48 seconds.  <walks off in a huff and proceeds to tell the whole office how Peter purposely gave him/her the wrong time>

TBMs would annoying to any damn body, but they are soul-crushing to introverts. TBMs carry so much negative energy and they try damnedest to transfer that negativity on to you.  As introverts, we are very empathetic such that we can’t help but to take TBMs’ foolywang personally and start internalizing their malicious vibes.

It defies logic for someone to behave in such a manner.  Why would you come to work, or any place else for that matter, and be such a bitch for no damn reason? INFPs, INTPs, and INFJs are more sensitive to this behavior.  All of my friends that fall under these personality groups have really been catching hell this month from TBMs in their offices.

At my last job, I actually let TBMs get to me the point where I was complaining every day to my friends and having panic attacks.  Now I’m like:

But seriously, if TBMs are your colleagues, tell them to calm their tits.  If the TBMs are in management, now you have problems.  You can only adjust your personality, bite your tongue, and chafe under managerial TBMs for so long.  If you find yourself thinking how wonderful it would be if your TBM fell and broke a leg; it’s time to move on.










Challenge Update #1

So far, I’ve had two dates with the same guy and they were fun.  I shall see where this leads: relationship, friendship, or please get the hell out of my sight.

Ignorant Online Message of the Moment:

Hello, you have beautiful eyes.  However, I’m sure that’s not the first thing people, well men, notice about you.

My response:



“If it doesn’t go on my obituary, then I don’t care.”

Today, a friend and I rode home with a nice, older lady that was offering so much wisdom.  The older lady was asking us about work and life and we couldn’t help but notice her cheerful attitude.

She told us that at some point she just decided to not let little things bother her.  She said “if it doesn’t go on my obituary, then I don’t care.  If it doesn’t affect this paycheck going into that bank account, then I don’t care.”

Wow.  Considering I work in such a Yuppie-tized area where everything is where you work and what you do, it was refreshing to hear another person say that work is not their life.  Life is spouses, children, parents, friends, music, love, great food, etc.  No one is going to remember that I was a systems analyst and ran such and such program, but they will remember what kind of person that I was.

The next time that I found myself getting irritated with some petty nonsense, I’m going to repeat her wisdom to myself.  Because God knows, some people have annoyed the hell out of me these past two weeks.


Fools and Charlatans: The Federal Government Shutdown

Mocha Pikachu along with over a million others is at home today when I should have been at work.   I’m one of the over a million people affected by the Federal Government shutdown. Newsflash to all of you Republican trolls in Congress so happy to stick it to the President, all you’ve done is hurt a bunch of federal employees and private sector employees.  Yes, even the precious private sector that y’all profess to love, and of which I’m a member, is affected too.  My employer is still trying to figure out what to do with us.

So while y’all slack-jowled bastards get to pat yourselves on the back for a job done horribly, we will sit and ponder how long our savings (if we are lucky enough to have any) will sustain us.  It’s expensive as hell to live in the DC Metro Area and federal employees and contractors aren’t ballin’ out of control they way that some would have you believe.

We’re regular Americans.  We have mortgage/rent and bills to pay.  We have families to support.  We’re not idealistic fools that still get paid no matter how many lives we destroy.

What the hell does it say about this nation that the biggest internal fights are always about civil rights and the public good?

What is so wrong about letting people get access to insurance and not having pre-existing conditions clauses?  It is not the Universal Healthcare that would normally have y’all pissing your pants.  Insurance companies are about to get paid off the Affordable Care Act.  I thought y’all were pro-business.

Or are you more anti-black than anything else?

All I know is Boehner better put down the MAC NC42 Studio Fix powder, dry those bitchmade tears, and go start kicking some ass in his own party.  2013 is not 1996.   Americans are worse off due to Corporate and Government mismanagement.   Things will get ugly.

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I crashed

There’s just been so much craziness going on with looking for a house.  I found a house.  The lender approved my loan and then it turns out the seller and her listing agent were unreasonable and shady as hell.  They would keep sending over unsigned paperwork for the addenda that were agreed upon in the contract.  When the listing agent wasn’t ignoring my agent, he was cursing and screaming at him over the phone.

So I told my realtor to get a release from the contract.  I’m just out of the money that I spent on an inspection and an appraisal.  He was actually surprised that I responded with little emotion because according to him, people tend to get overly emotional and attached to their potential first home.

I did the most logical thing that I could which was to tell that listing agent to take that house and shove it.  Of course, that move put me right back at square one within a housing market that’s becoming astonishingly more cutthroat by the day.

I looked at about 6 or 7 more houses and I finally put a bid on it this past Wednesday.  There were already 2 other offers on the house.  Two days pass by and still no word.  Finally, as I’m leaving work on Friday, I hear the good news that my offer was accepted.  I believe that my agent really hit upon the facts that my earnest money deposit was already in hand and that I had a lender ready to go.

On Saturday, my body just crashed.  I slept most of the day.  That knot in my neck went away and my shoulders lost that tenseness that they had acquired over the past 2 weeks.

Dealing with idiots definitely takes a toll on me, but really all of this uncertainty with finding a place reminded me of all of the constant moving or living with relatives that I had to endure as a child.  I attended 5 elementary schools and 2 middle schools.  Plus after we finally settled, my mother was always quick to say “this is my house.”  My aunt was the same way when I lived with her after college.

To this very day, I do not refer as going to my mother’s house as “going home.”

I am very much looking forward to the day when I can finally say that some place is “my home.”

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