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( The Man from UNCLE )
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I'm plagued with inexplicable waves of guilt, the sort that start in your stomach and make their way to the tips of your fingers and toes. I say "inexplicable" because they idle at a slightly higher level than my usual low-hanging layer of perpetual guilt, but they aren't tied to any particular wrongdoings on my part that I can recall. I've been firing a lot of people, though, my first week as a supervisor, and it doesn't exactly make me a hug waiting to happen.
It's a tough month at work; the Democratic party's out of steam, liberal non-profits are flat out of money, and donors are too beaten to care and too defeatist to make the financial sacrifice in this climate. I can't say I blame them. Social Security's gonna drop again next month, and these folks aren't living high on the hog as it stands, between health care costs and school tuitions and the drop of the dollar with a side dish of skyhigh gasoline prices. "We'll never get it through this Congress," they say. Why should we fight to save the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, or the right to an abortion, or the separation of Church and State? "We're fucked," they say.
My gingerbread medic placed 5th in the all-star tournament this past weekend. Between that and the night at the Cinema Room, my dance card's been full of adventure and bliss, and mostly it's just been a string of good, solid fun with some really marvelous, loving friends. It's the goddamned Christmas spirit. Hi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maudelynn.
Heidi and I went to the premiere of The Phantom of the Opera tonight, which played just like a musical, ran for three hours and didn't do anything surprising. Turns out Emmy Rossum can sing. I'm going to bed.
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I'm plagued with inexplicable waves of guilt, the sort that start in your stomach and make their way to the tips of your fingers and toes. I say "inexplicable" because they idle at a slightly higher level than my usual low-hanging layer of perpetual guilt, but they aren't tied to any particular wrongdoings on my part that I can recall. I've been firing a lot of people, though, my first week as a supervisor, and it doesn't exactly make me a hug waiting to happen.
It's a tough month at work; the Democratic party's out of steam, liberal non-profits are flat out of money, and donors are too beaten to care and too defeatist to make the financial sacrifice in this climate. I can't say I blame them. Social Security's gonna drop again next month, and these folks aren't living high on the hog as it stands, between health care costs and school tuitions and the drop of the dollar with a side dish of skyhigh gasoline prices. "We'll never get it through this Congress," they say. Why should we fight to save the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, or the right to an abortion, or the separation of Church and State? "We're fucked," they say.
My gingerbread medic placed 5th in the all-star tournament this past weekend. Between that and the night at the Cinema Room, my dance card's been full of adventure and bliss, and mostly it's just been a string of good, solid fun with some really marvelous, loving friends. It's the goddamned Christmas spirit. Hi,
maudelynn.Heidi and I went to the premiere of The Phantom of the Opera tonight, which played just like a musical, ran for three hours and didn't do anything surprising. Turns out Emmy Rossum can sing. I'm going to bed.
