The Truth about Blinds

Well, here it is Wednesday - the first of my 2 days off.  And while a lot of you have been sleeping, I've been busy.  The 3rd load of laundry is in the wash, the 2nd in the dryer, and the 1st, a load of towels, has just been folded and put away.
Yesterday was one of those interesting days.  While I was designing and selling blinds, an older woman (easily in her mid-seventies) came up to the design desk.  She wanted  help with blinds.  "Venetian blinds. They're not mini-blinds, they are Venetian blinds."  I told her I was (as she could well see) with customers and would be with her shortly.  There were 2 other associates working as well, but they too were with customers.  After waiting a short bit, a few minutes at best, she went up and complained to the Service Desk.  "I need to speak to someone about Venetian blinds.)  Well, there were other associates working who could sell her a drill, or a garbage disposal, or even a riding lawn mower.  However, all the design people were with customers and she would have to wait.  About 10 minutes after she had stopped by desk, I finished my sale and went to greet her.  I was told she was interested in Venetian blinds, not mini-blinds.  There was no mollifying her disposition.  She didn't want white - that's all we carry in the store.  There's no way to carry all the sizes we do in a wide range of colors.  I did have a size I could cut down, however it was white, and it was vinyl, and the price (a little over $10) was not what she wanted to pay.  "This is pathetic," she said, and walked away.  Gee... and I even called them Venetian blinds.

And what about that Ohio election?  In a precinct the Idiot Jerk carried by a large margin, in a precinct that has gone Republican for 35 years... they have a razor thin lead.  Oops.  The Idiot Jerk is running around Tweeting "we won, we won."  The Republican candidate is telling everyone who will listen "we won, we won."  However, that old reliability is gone.  Thirty five years of consistency has just been flushed.  Lots of desperate dollars were pumped into that one race... and at this point it is too close to call.  No longer being able to count on a certainty is a failure.  The blinds are being opened.  The real world is beginning to light their darkness and, I suspect, they are very much afraid.  This is how the foreboding grows.

Criminal Songbirds

Well, wasn't yesterday a humdinger?  In many, many ways.
I talked to the scheduler about those vacation days she's over riding.  She's singing a different tune now, lots of sour notes, not the warbled melody I heard several months ago.  What's change?  They combined the Decor and the Flooring departments.  The hours she needs to schedule for the one combined department have increased.  The scheduling system dictates the number of hours needed in the department every day.  I threw a lame excuse at her about my Social Security (it really doesn't matter at this point) and she said she'd try and schedule me shorter days.  That would work.
And what about Rick Gates electrifying testimony?  Ramifications are exploding in all sorts of dazzling directions!  Let's be honest here.  These are the men the Idiot Jerk in the White House puts his trust in daily.  And you think this is bad... wait until Michael Cohen starts chirping.  My money says he's going to sing better than Brittany on one of her better days.

And then there was the Idiot Jerk.  First there was "no collusion."  Then there was "collusion is not a crime."  Then that fat, orange crow started Tweeting something about Donnie Jr.  In his mind, self-preservation means every one is expendable.  It should come as no surprise to anyone that it was just a matter of time before he started singing some ragged lyric about "Throwin' Donnie under the bus...." and backing over him once or twice.  Tire Tread Donnie didn't say much of anything, no doubt because there are not a lot of 'I's and 'Q's bouncing around between his ears.
Oh, and I did wack the hell out of my weeds yesterday when I got home from work.  The temp was 91 (F).  The humidity was rank.  But believe me, it was nearly as criminal as those fools aligned with the Idiot Jerk in the White House.
The only really bad thing to happen to me in a while was a mosquito bite on the side of my knee.  It too will pass.