Killer hymn.
znonymous
joined 8 months ago
I am literally Ilyich over here hating my Healthcare Insurance Company.
If I only take salary monies from venture capital funded corpos that never turned a profit, is that the same as working at a non-profit?
Totally different person. NYPD be stupid.
Still, it feels nice to a have a genuine bona fide hero to root for in real life in this hellscape country, ngl.
I am going to start a vigil for the safety and elusiveness of the shooter.
TL;DR:- Fuck my life. Finally got some time off from work, but zero rest. Back to work tomorrow.
Shit's fuckin rough. School here let out for a week. But I started work at a shitty ancient employer several months ago now that only grants time off at a rate of four hours a pay period, so I don't have enoytime off to take the whole week off, so instead, I had to take a bunch of half days so my partner didn't have to take care of both kids by herself three days in a row until holiday leave kicked in. Then, my partner unknown to her contracted a fungal ear infection last year and the doctor said, "Oh. Itchy ear? Just a 'perimenopause symptom'." So of course her ear infection suddenly flairs up for the first time, putting her in so much pain she had to go to the ER twice. First time they double dosed her on some kinda opioid and she was vomiting the entire night. Second time they gave her anti-vom pills and a single dose of opioids, but then the pain came back twice as quickly. They referred her to an ENT, but of course no ENTs are open on the Holiday weekend, so she has to just suffer at 4/10 to 8/10 pain for five days in a row. Luckily, the anti-fungal drops started taking effect this morning, and her pain has been halfway manageable without the prescription opioid pain killers. Meanwhile, my autistic son who also has an autoimmune disease is driving me insane because he is latched onto a small black toy car as a soothing item, but he keeps leaving it in random places and then freaking out when he realizes that he doesn't have it -- meaning we have to frantically comb the house and the backyard for it while he screams and moans and viciously bites his arm. Those episodes happen at least four times a day. I finally found the car online, and purchased it for $5 plus $6 s/h. This way, if he loses his mind, I can just produce the backup from my pocket while we hunt for the original.
Thanks, that actually helps me think about things a little differently.
Personal property
Even a deed to land (albeit a tiny fraction) that an imperial state has stolen from entire peoples?
Communism is when your dishes get robo-washed too efficiently!