Mystery on the Mississippi
2020-07-17, 9:02 p.m.
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I'm sick of work. I had my chewout today and I'll be fair: this was actually a sane chewout and they were not unreasonable for thinking as they do, even though to some degree I think we just saw things from different points of view/had a bit of a misunderstanding. I did laugh in my head when Grandboss said "I didn't want to badger you" (twice). I did figure out that well, grabbing my throat very hard during the whole thing actually really helped me with my stress levels and kept my damn mouth shut. Is that an acupressure thing? I went to a talk on that this week and don't recall, but there's probably something, right? My old vocal coach advised this sort of thing for vocal tension, albeit hers was a bit more gentle.
I'm beyond sick of helping people for a living and it is draining. I don't want to go the extra mile to help, help, help at this point at my level of burnout and exhaustion. I am out of care to make sure people get Excellent Service and Go The Extra Mile. (It was another day of "I spent the entire day answering emails and I can't get anything at all else done, and it was a SLOW email day and this still happened.")
However, I can't see the point of trying to job hunt again. Job hunting is more depressing than my actual job, which is saying something. I feel like even more of a failure when I don't care about or flat out despise every job I see. And it's not like I give a shit about doing anything any more. I just want "quiet, left alone in the corner to type shit and I don't have to be a people person" and that doesn't exist. I'm even less motivated to move for a job if I don't really actually care about it or want it. It's easier to apply for jobs I don't care about at the giant org so I don't have to uproot my life for something else that's at best "meh." Except those are few and far between now. I can't be in a career I care about and I'm glad I'm not because I would be so expendable, but it makes it hard to give a fuck about anything else and I'm out of places to apply that relate to my skills. None of them ever wanted me.
Goddammit, I do not belong on the public service team. I belonged on the other team. Except they hate me. Why is my life so fucked?
After work I watched Mystery on the Mississippi, an event that I guess they normally do on a paddleboat in the river in Minnesota, but this year it's online. It was a hoot. They had a park ranger who puts on(?) the shows with a comedy troupe, Ranger Sharon, who was quite glam and wore purple glasses (highfive) and said, "We're a weirdo little park."
Anyway, the plot of the show is that Claire and Theodore are going to get married on a paddleboat. They are park nerds--Theodore has concerns about overcrowding, while Claire is an environmental lawyer who FREAKING SWOONS over Ranger Sharon when they meet. (The show certainly does pimp parks. I wish I'd gotten Dawn to watch this now, she would have been really into it since she is a park nerd. Well, they said they'd replay it next week....)
Guess who the murder victim is? He had a fabric sample from the wedding color in his hand at the time of his death, but he wasn't invited--so who dunnit? Chip will interrogate everyone to find out!
Theo's rules for Holly officiating:
Holly on Uncle Bob: "At least I know I'm not the family member who's going to ruin this whole wedding."
There was a Q&A with Chip about his career. Since his catch phrase was "I'll handle this mess from here, Chief!" I asked what his biggest mess was. Spraypaint. He also pointed out that "the most famous actor is most likely the killer!" and "I''m about to be thrown off the top of the Eiffel tower by Tom Cruise!"
Newscasters on Bob's murder by the river: "His driver's license only lists him as Bob?" "Isn't that a little unusual for a driver's license?"
Holly and Betty:
From Mike's interrogation:
"I would pretty much do anything for the parks. Except for murder." -Theo
I'll tactfully not reveal the murderer and they want to run it again next week somehow (not sure how?). I will say that everyone's cats wanted to come on camera afterwards, so that was very cute. Ranger Sharon had to show a caterpillar instead.
In the news:
Someone want to explain to me why this author's last name was somehow substituted with The Name That Follows Me Around? Just saying. Seriously, jeebus.
I was actually having great respect for Gavin Newsom in the first few months of the pandemic. Then lost it when he let everything reopen WHEN IT OBVIOUSLY SHOULD NOT HAVE. Now I think I'm getting it back again. Good job deciding for most/all of the schools on whether or not to come back and the answer is NOPE! Especially since most places are on the watch list. I find this interesting: "The governor hinted that universities will follow the guidelines as well, once a new president is installed at the California State University System." I'm not sure what that last bit has to do with anything since CSU already said they'd be 100% online, though. Maybe they just meant the UC system, which would make more sense under the circumstances.
Oh, speaking of, my alma mater said something today about classes of 50 or over are definitely online, classes under that are going to be left to discussion/debate/the instructors/some committee.... y'know, vagueness like that. What made me boggle a bit was that they said they were going to encourage people to have classes outdoors in tents, with AV/audio equipment, plus masks/six feet. Which they admitted this was "neither practical nor feasible" for some courses, I was thinking "what about when winter hits?" Like I know I live in California and all and we're going back to drought again, but at some point in November-ish or December, outdoor class is not going to be feasible. Ditto come winter when that probably won't be feasible for most of January through March.
You know what, I used to be able to go out sometimes on a Friday night. Now I wait around for Shanna to get off of work calls :P Good thing I always entertain myself, because that didn't actually happen tonight. Oh well.