SO many times I can be a good corporate citizen and do the many asks that I am asked, *or* I can be a good sales person.
SPent a portion of this week in Vancouver BC. Some observations: In stead of renting a car, I rode the sky train everywhere. I loved the sky train. With limited inconvenience I could get almost anywhere in the city within an hour plus 15 minutes of walking… I found a couple of decent authentic Mexican Food restaurants… Stayed at Marriot in Burnaby – it was nice, although I like to stay closer to the metro area.
After yet another innocent person was killed by police (a woman who called police to report a crime in her neighborhood was shot in front of their patrol car while in her pajamas!!) it is time to take away guns from police. The odds of innocent people being killed by a police officer seem greater than a police officer saving innocents using a gun – we can always call in SWAT if needed. Or lock their guns away in the trunk. My two cents…
Now-Daughter R has not left her room for six months. She lays in the darkness all day every day, only leaving to go to the doctor for hormones or to sell things on eBay so she can get spells to turn her into a true woman. She is extremely depressed and complains of being suicidal (we’ve been to ER). I know it’s at least partially the hormones and believe she is undiagnosed bipolar, but she won’t listen and she is 19 so the doctors she goes to can’t talk to us, and in the meeanwhile. she tries to monopolize our time with drama withouth taking any of our advice. I know from experience she would starve to death if we didnt keep the fridge stocked – since she was a baby neither rewards nor punishments have helped, which was always a source of many parent-teacher meetings (she wouldn’t listen in class, and didn’t respond to various strategies on working with her such aS a reward or a punishment). I feel like she needs serious psychiatric help — even inpatient stuff – but doctors and hospitals and psychiatrists ahve not been able to help. Aaarghhh. Tomorrow I am going to start from scratch – I will start calling psychiatrists to see if anyone can help us make a plan for our daughter. I wish there was a clinic we could take her to, something like the Mayo Clinic but for severely depressed young adults.
I think I’ve read about every president in US History, and we’ve had some bad ones but I genuinely don’t think we’ve ever had a worse one than Donald Trump. Jimmy Carter was awful as President but had good intentions, and Coolidge, Hoover, Johnson, Grant and a few pre-Civil War Presidents were horrifically inept but I don’t think they were willfully damaging. Trump colluded with a major antagonist to influence our “free” elections, is fighting the press, antagonizing allies of 50 years, damaging the environment, put awful people with no credentials in key positions while leaving others blank, pushing healthcare legislation that will hurt 10s of millions of innocent people, taking us backwards (coal) on energy sources, emotionally empowering racist organizations, uses the Presidency to enrich himself while in office (at least Bill/Hilary waited until after his term to enrich themselves), isn’t addressing in any way the increasing class disparity, and basically putting America on hold while China, Russia and our European allies move forward with plans and strategies. We Americans (me included) are basically waiting 4 years, but can we wait 4 years? Will we Americans (me included) rise up and demand justice? We’ll survive I think, but 4 years — or action — can’t get here soon enough.
I am a fan of a quick email on benign stuff since people can respond when they have a moment. But my peer always calls and calls several times a week and honestly it is disruptive and stressful since I have a lot to do. The people who insist that a phone call is more efficient are completely misguided – a quick topic can be handled in two minutes of email exchanges rather than a 10 minute phone call.
I dreamt Ryan Gosling Jr. Was a con man with a group of friends and met a young woman who was a prankster. They fell madly in love until in the midst of a battle with previously-friendly Native Americans she learned that Ryan’a jokes weren’t just about pranks but also conning people. He was trying to earn her back as my dream ended. It wasn’t a movie but I was like an omniscient observer who was not a character in the dream. Meanwhile, the setting was lower Wallingford (near Northlake) and involved high bridges, cliffs, waterfalls and jumping off things to land in dumpsters far below. All very strange.