And already I feel better. TBH, this is the first day I’ve missed in years. I’d almost rather go to work dog sick than make that call. What’s wrong with me? Anyway I have a sinus infection, possible ear infections, possibly moving into my chest, and possibly an e. coli infection. Basically I’m gross as fuck. The doctor will let me know.
But I’m 98% packed and ready and I have the next two days off. I’m too proactive, apparently. Tomorrow I have an appointment to get my car’s windshield repaired (or replaced) thanks to a flying rock. So that’ll take up an hour.
Today in labor history, March 18, 1937: New York City police evict and arrest striking Woolworth clerks occupying stores and demanding a 40-hour workweek. Police were met with huge protests at the stores and the precincts where the workers had been taken. Once freed, the clerks returned to the stores and re-occupied them and, in the end, they won a one-year union contract, an eight-hour day, six-day workweek, and a 32.5 cent per hour minimum wage.
I honestly think 40 hours a week is oppressive. It’s easy to forget how far we’ve come, and how far we still have to go.
I just graduated and got an ‘important’ government job. I can’t handle people regarding me as an expert. It’s frightening for me, and it should be frightening for the world.
Oh, please. None of us know what we’re doing. We’re all faking it. Every last one of us, especially the experts. Our species has consistently been wrong about almost everything we’ve ever thought or believed.
So, as a freshly minted expert, work hard, do your best not to fuck things up, and don’t take your important government job so damned seriously, because human civilization is just a thin topcoat of sheer dumb luck, and it could all collapse at any moment.