Mum is Not the Word

We had rain yesterday.  This was a good thing. Temps are going to chill down over the next few days.  When I went to work, the temp was 74 (F).  I'm not really complaining since these temps are great for my heating bill.  These warm temps, however, will be coming to an end.  By next week our daily highs should be in the mid 50s (F).  Seasonal temps are approaching.

Work was very slow.  I set up a measure for one of my specialist associates, a position I'm so glad I'm no longer in.  The Orange retailer I work for has set up new requirements for flooring specialists.  Metrics.  Specialists always had goals to work towards, but they were always goals.  If you missed your sales for a week, well, that was okay.  If you failed to generate a lead, or sign up an individual for a credit card, that was okay. Now those goals are now requirements.  Now specialists need to hit all four of their metrics: sales, lead generation, credit card generation, and measure generation every month.  If a specialists doesn't hit their metrics, they will be coached.  If they miss their metrics for 3 months, they get counseled.  Every time you get counseled, you're one step closer to being terminated.  I'm an aisle associate now, I don't have to worry about any of that bullshit.

So, the laptop I'm typing on now has a sticky space bar, it doesn't always put the spaces between the words. This is a problem when you write.  I also have a bright yellow Samsung gaming laptop that's in pristine condition... almost.  I bought it in 2010, meaning that it has dated hardware. It has passed its expiration date for updates, at least as far windows is concerned.  So, this afternoon I'm going to try my hand at converting to Linux Mint because Linux has no problem with the dated hardware.

Did I tell you I have Mums?

Democrats are still racking up seats from the midterms.  This is a good thing.

Rumors have it that Marco Rubio is going be resigning soon.  He wants to throw his hat in the presidential ring for 2028.  Poor Little Marco hasn't yet discovered that anyone even remotely associated with this administration is tainted for life.

On November 9, when congress comes back into session, Massie, (R) from Kentucky, is going to file impeachment charges against frat boy drunk Pete Hegseth.  Massie has the votes because Petey is so reviled.  When I say reviled, I mean that man is hated.  He is on par with the hatred most sane people feel for the Orange Anus.  Word is that the morning after the Blue Tsunami began to demolish the Republican party the Pentagon lit up with joy.  And poor Petey is enraged because he's about to be fired for incompetence.  That is something his drunkard's brain is having a difficult time processing.