I say it with a smile – but we have only a few days to keep our country from sliding into (more) disaster
I can’t write about politics right now – I am so terrified that that horrible man will win. And if there are any Trump supporters reading this – I would have thought I would have lost you long ago. But yeah – Orange Man Bad because Orange Man IS Bad.
So I will write about some non-political stuff and then you can volunteer.
Here are some things you can do:
Send texts to people who have not voted yet. You can do it from your computer and don’t even have to talk to anyone.
If you don’t mind talking to people you don’t know, call people who have not voted yet.
Send $$$ to Milwaukee to help get voters to the polls. City of MKE voters tend to vote in person. The lines will be long, although not as bad as in April. Did you know Wisconsin is a swing state? And city of MKE sat out the election in 2016? City of MKE went for Obama before but didn’t vote last time. We need these voters. (I will be working the polls.)
OK. Some non-political talk now.
I had two job interviews recently.
The first one was via zoom.
I hate zoom. Does anyone else hate zoom? I do not need to see a person to talk to her. People have been having phone conversations (which I also do not like) for decades and it worked just fine. Whose stupid idea was it to force us to direct super high-resolution cameras to our faces from below? I don’t take selfies. I don’t let other people take photos of me. I am not interested in looking in the mirror.
But in a job interview, the supplicant does not get to call the shots.
So I got up early so my eyes would unpuff before the call, took a shower, dried my hair with a hairdryer (can’t remember the last time I’ve done that), and then, because my hair looks awful because Mr T cut it for me and he had never cut hair before but he did the best he could so I’m not mad but oh man is it ugly, I got out the straightening iron, WHICH ONLY MADE THINGS WORSE.
And I couldn’t fix it.
So strike one – Bad Hair.
Then I had to put on clothes that were
- Not pajamas
- Not my leopard-print fluffy robe
- Not gym clothes
Which meant that I had to wear clothes I have not worn since the Before Times.
Clothes that might hurt.
I compromised and wore Regular Clothes on top and gym clothes on the bottom. I figured they wouldn’t do a pants check on me.
(Yes, there are companies that are requiring their work at home employees to wear work clothes on their whole bodies and to show themselves at the beginning of zoom meetings.)
(As soon as things are better, people will leave these companies for better jobs.)
I had the interview, forced to look at my puffy face and Bad Hair. The recruiters looked fabulous. I hope they judge me on what I said and not on how I look.
The second interview was over the phone, so I didn’t shower or get out of my PJs before the call.
And I even asked the recruiter, who is working from home, if he had changed into his daytime PJs or was still in his nighttime PJs.
It’s kind of weird asking someone you’ve never met what they’re wearing.
So I didn’t ask, “What are you wearing?”
But I did express my relief that this was not a zoom call because I didn’t want to have to show my clothes.
Neither job pays much.
It’s like I am moving backwards in time with my career – making (or having the possibility of making) less and less money with each new job.
But – health insurance.
Which would not have been such a big deal (still a medium deal) if not for the case before the SCOTUS trying to destroy the ACA.
Oh man. I’m done.