here we go

Some good, some bad and some retarded. That is the only way to describe elections sometimes.
Really do people get really high and then go vote sometimes? Do they vote based on where their parrot might poop? But occasionally I am surprised. In my state the people voted to not repeal a gas tax increase. People felt responsible. They had a chance to just rip it away. Did people wake up and think about the long term? I am mighty proud of my fellow citizens on that front.
But enough election chatter.

In a moment of inspiration we put up some art we received as wedding gifts. Slowly but surely we will cover the walls with a wide assortment of things. At the moment there is a heavy presence of photography. I do believe it is time to adjust that. We need a bit of balance. I am inspired by a picture I saw in a magazine where the walls were covered with pieces of art of all sizes and all kinds.

Now to get dressed and convince myself yet again that I can do my job. hah.

whitey

Oooh lord. Today was one ass day at work. I had an especially low moment when dealing with someone who called up with a variety of questions and she reminded me of my Father's Mother. (someone I never liked all that much)
She had this faux genteel southern accent and was so incredibly condescending I nearly wanted to cry. But I didn't. Because Gen refuses to cry.
Things just snow-balled out of control when I was talking to her and nothing I did was right. I managed through the Grace of Vishnu to get control of things and I made her happy -sort of. I got her off the damn phone. So that made me happy. But afterward I felt so discouraged. I thought I was stupid and incompetent.
I knew it was bad when she immediately told me how I spoke nicely and had good diction and I that I must be white.
*blinks*
Okay, now I will say that often when you are dealing with customer service stuff as a consumer you don't always get to speak to someone who is American-born or even in America. But to assume that I speak well because I am white does bother me.
(this is where my eyelid began to twitch just ever so slightly)
Yeah.
But I made it.
It wasn't all bad. But a couple of moments really had me frantic.
The upside throughout all of this new excitement is that I work with incredibly supportive people.
By the end of the day my self-esteem was gone but a number of people came up to me and said, "You are handling this really well." "You are doing great. It can be rough but you are a pro."
That made me feel good.
Even if they are lying to me, it felt good.

Back for more emotional beatings tomorrow.

Mrs. Jenner is having some toad in the hole for dinner. and wine.
lots of wine.

put money on red bitches.

I had a brief conversation with one of my favorite people about things I can do with my life.
She suggested the whole baby-making thing.
This has been a suggestion I have heard quite a bit recently.
It makes me a trifle paranoid. I am beginning to think that you people have this secret baby-pool and there is thousands of dollars riding on when I will produce a baby Jenner and that everyone is trying to do their best to win this pool by suggesting I get pregnant.
So tell me if it is true. okay?

Maybe when I decide to have a baby I should have a big raffle. Whoever guesses the right weight or the due date would get a prize or something. A fruit basket even.

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Raising children for fun and profit in India.

More Irony/novelty from Japan. Should we be surprised?