Fartknockers

The private sector has been hosing many people I know.

Now, the public sector is about to get a royal kick in the nards. I don't believe that they will be laying police in my city off anytime soon, but the clerks I work with are facing a layoff of 41% of the staff.

41%?

Them's some apocalyptic numbers.

Because the cuts will start with the junior folks, these aren't the faceless cogs in the machine, these are the helpful ones, the guys who haven't been in their jobs so long that they don't give a fuck. These are the ones with young families who got their shit straight to get a steady job so they could do right by their loved ones.

Now, through stupidity not their own, they are likely going to lose their jobs.

Fuckin' bullshit.

Fuck Me, But I Am Tired

Been tired and a bit angry lately, especially at work, which has slowed to an abusive crawl the last few days. I decided to do something about it and asked for a day off next week. The resulting conversation was less than optimal, and frustrating in the extreme. I got the time off, but I'm sick of having to fight for it each time, it only aggravates me further.

While home life is going well, I have a lot of work to do on the novel and need to finish the scenarios I am writing for 93 Games Studio. The scenarios are keeping me busy, and it is rewarding work, but I am feeling hung up on the novel. Most frustrating is the fact I am not sure why I am hung up.

Concern for the future has me anxious, but then I suppose everyone feels that at one time or another.