Arrived this morning. First snow.
Arrived this morning. First snow.
So …. I had an …. episode. It was a vasovagal snycope sort of episode. At least that is the interim diagnosis. I have an appointment to see a cardiologist for a screening to determine if there is an underlying cardiac cause such as an arrthymia.
I fell face first onto a tile floor and woke up in a pool of blood from my smashed up nose. I have a sore nose, a small sore spot on my forehead and a whopping big bruise complete with hematoma right above my elbow. This? Not something I want to experience ever again. Ever.
But what I do know with absolute certainty is just how much I hate my job and how much I never want to set foot in that place again. It’s not worth one more precious moment of my life. The pay is horrible. The working conditions are disgraceful. The disrespect is frankly, overwhelming. Are there a few good folks? Sure, but in such a small quantity as to be almost not measurable when compared with the whole. And the work itself is mind-numbingly banal with zero room for creativity.
I need Fortuna to turn just a little ….. just a little …. and the exit is reachable.
Our invitation to Thanksgiving dinner was ……. not. We found out too late to make any sort of dinner reservations and I’m not cooking a turkey for two people, so I bought a chicken and we are going to drive about and take some photos and then cook the chicken. Which is fine but, people? YO.
When the holidays bring heartache instead of joy, I think they do so because they stand as an unforgiving yardstick against which we measure our losses and troubles.
If no one reminds us, we can sometimes overlook the fact that loved ones are gone, or that our lives are filled with painful conflict in exactly the intimate areas that should be sources of strength and comfort for us. But then along come the holidays, imposing upon us once again a template for what happiness and interpersonal success is expected to look like.
It can be hard to measure up. It is far easier to overlook the death of loved ones when you don’t have to stare across the holiday table at their empty places. It is far easier to pretend that family trauma or conflict don’t exist when you are far away and on your own.
But the holidays force us to either return to painful family interactions or to fully own our isolation and spend the season alone.
It is a terrible choice. I’ve treated many patients over the years who reliably became depressed during the holidays out of dread of having to interact with their families. On the other hand, the silence of Christmas morning on one’s own carries its own unique pain.
I never cease to be amazed at how often both emotional well-being and mental illness hinge on how we negotiate these types of impossible choices. Because the choices really are often insoluble and the losses are often so actual …..
“Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that are highly scripted. You are supposed to spend it with other people — especially with family. All jokes and sitcoms aside, you are supposed to want to spend it that way.”
Table for one, please. A solo Thanksgiving. From NPR in 2012.
The comments section is truly required reading.
I am dead tired of the blame and responsibility game. The phrase, “I didn’t say you were responsible, I said we were going to blame you”? Yeah. That one. Designers create art. We are not responsible for your content. That? Is on you. It is why you sign off on the contract or the artwork or the job sheet or the email that says, “Okay! This is good to go!” If you didn’t like the color choices don’t complain after the job has been printed. If you hate the photo choices why didn’t you speak up when they were submitted for approval? If there is an error in your copy then you should have hired an editor. When you don’t like “your vision” as a finished product? Just remember that it is your vision because you interjected yourself at every turn and vetoed the judgement of a professional designer. That ugly baby is yours. I’m just the midwife.
Even worse, the whole process is inorganic.
You don’t touch the artistic mediums. You don’t sit in front of a live model. You don’t grind pigments, or mix colors on a palette, or dirty your hands with ink, charcoal or paint. There is no sound of a pen scritching across paper or a brush swirling in a water pot. Even charcoal makes a sound if you listen. All you hear is click, click, click.
Should everyone have an opportunity to be creative? Absolutely. But what has been lost is that professional grade artwork is not just a matter of personal taste and a canned template. Designers really do go to school. There really is a whole curriculum where we learn about color and type and composition and how to use the software and how to produce the finished product. And, we have talent. That intangible that even Adobe can’t give you no matter how much money you spend. All things are not equal when it comes to skill, talent and artistic vision.
The place where I work is actually sorta astounding in terms of workplace safety. And not in a good way.
Our building has no potable water. I work on the second floor and the only running water is in a workroom that is filled with chemicals including a chemical spill that has been left on the floor until it has dried into a green scum. We do have a water cooler which provides drinking water which is the good news.There is also no bathroom on our floor. I have to go to the first floor for that. And it makes you wonder when you wash your hands, since the water isn’t potable, what you are carrying along with you that can contact your food when you eat your lunch.
There are no fire sprinklers in the building. The building is old and therefore falls under a grandfather clause where it isn’t required. One would hope that a concern for employee safety would trump ‘required’ but not here.
The second floor has 2 forward exits on either side of the room. There is no back exit. If the first floor is aflame? I guess we had better hope the fire decides to concentrate itself at one end of the floor so we can use the other side of the floor to exit. Especially scary since the first floor has a heavy amount of flammable products including chemicals, so I kinda doubt the fire will be kind and set up shop in one corner so we can get out on the other side.
Just say we have that fire (a horrible thought) and the second floor employees and the first floor employees get out the front of the building. Directly in front of us is the gas pump where the organization’s vehicles gas up. Directly to the right of us is a propane refueling station for vehicles that run on natural gas. Again, I hope that fire is polite and the firefighters are fast because 50 feet from the front door is an explosion waiting to happen.
Let’s recap — no fire sprinklers, lots of flammable materials, no alternate back exit, and within 50 feet of a gasoline pump and a propane refueling station. NICE WORK FOLKS.
Below is the text of my communication (edited for privacy) with the Tier 1 Customer Support at Ford Motor Company over a repetitive failure of the alternator in my 2007 Ford Focus. The content speaks for itself. And this is just not an isolated case. I have also exchanged tweets with @FordService (distinct from the email convo with Tier 1) and I am hoping they have a real solution instead of the total dismissal I received from Tier 1 Ford CS which frankly is pretty damn disappointing. Every vehicle I have purchased since 1997 has been a Ford. I have supported the company and I have supported the UAW. This is the first vehicle with a significant issue and I am being dismissed out of hand by the dealer and the mother company and frankly it is unacceptable. Loyalty appears to be a one way street at Ford Motor Company.
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From: (name deleted)
I have had 3 alternators fail on my 2007 Focus. The first replacement alternator was installed in 2009. That alternator failed and was replaced on July 2, 2012. The alternator installed in 2012 failed on July 6, 2013 and took the battery with it. I am now looking at a FOURTH alternator in a 6 year old vehicle. There is either something seriously wrong with the vehicle, the installation work, or the Motorcraft alternators that have been installed. (All of this work was done by a Ford Dealer (name deleted).
The dealer’s response was that the vehicle and the 3rd alternator installed on July 2, 2012 are out of warranty and they cannot do anything about the issue even though the 3rd alternator failed 4 days outside the one year window, and it was alternator #3 in a 2007 vehicle. The vehicle was purchased from (name deleted), as was my 2009 Focus. They have always been great folks to work with. All of my vehicle maintenance for both of my Ford cars has been done at their dealership and I was happy to purchase my cars from them. This? Unacceptable treatment of a loyal customer when there is clearly something wrong with the electrical system of this vehicle. I expected better from (name deleted) and Ford.
I want a new alternator put into the 2007 Focus at Ford’s expense as there is clearly something wrong with this vehicle or the parts. Whether this alternator failed on day 365 or day 369 should not be the hard line in the sand as this was alternator #3 and in practical terms it lasted 1 year and @8,000 miles. I would also like a full diagnostic of the electrical system, again at Ford’s expense, and reimbursement for the battery I have already replaced. Ford Customer Service was zero help.
Day trip down to Dover to see the Air Mobility Command Museum . Wow. What a great museum (except for the creepy dummies) and it is totally free. We brought a picnic lunch, walked the airfield and toured the hangar museum. Some of the planes are open so you can actually see the interiors. One of the stars of the airfield is Air Force Two, recently retired. Unfortunately it was not open the day we were there, but the place is so cool I’d go back just to see the inside of Air Force Two.
On the ride home we opted for Route 9. Slower but oh so scenic. It meanders along the coastal area of Delaware right along the various wildlife refuges and preserved areas. Bombay Hook being the largest. We stopped on occasion to just sit and watch the birds and enjoy the quiet. HIGHLY RECOMMEND ROUTE NINE.
You are FULL OF WIN. ALL OF THE WIN.
As are all the people of Austin, Texas who came out to support her and shout down the Texas legislature.