For years, I'd been living in my parents' bedroom upstairs (dad's health issues necessitated him to live downstairs for easy access to the garage). The closet had been disorganized, so I took it upon myself to organize it somewhat.

The good news is that I was able to find the materials I'd been given many years ago by fellow UB alumni Robert and Michelle Lamoureaux in terms of episodes scripts and show bibles. They will come greatly in handy for a project I hope to work on during the impending lockdown.

Not sure if I've mentioned this before, but the week of the alumni's visit culminated in a meet and greet at The Steer just up the street from UB's South Campus. The highlight of the evening is telling the couple just what I thought of Helga's crush on Arnold on "Hey Arnold!", on which the two were writer/producers. I wonder whatever happened to them.

This week, I should’ve been working from home. Our state is in the orange zone, meaning that the virus could strike at any minute. There are two other people that worked with me. One had her problems solved, so she gets to stay home. Myself and the other woman are here in the open waiting for the supervisor to help us with our technical issues.

Something I probably should’ve lead with: Miss Lucky is white. Me and the girl are black. I sincerely don’t want to be that guy, but it is super hard not to read anything into this. The supervisor sitting on her hands has to know that, if either of us survive, her name and ‘lawsuit’ are gonna be the first thing out of our mouths. You wouldn’t think that a company would blithely try to kill its employees, but given the last four years, anything is fucking possible.

And the truly sad thing? If I had to choose between this job and the call center one I quit five years ago this week, I would still pick this one. Despite being furnished with, at best, 40% of what I need to do the job effectively, I’m still confident that I could do the job. I could’ve been furnished with 1000% of what I needed for the call center job and I would’ve still been lost at sea.

What should’ve been my first day of working remotely sees me facing computer problems when I have to come back into the office for my workday. I get a Coca-Cola from the vending machine and it’s room temperature. No one else is in the office. Ominous doesn’t even begin to describe this.

Well, it's official.

 

I just had to be 100% sure. It may take some time to, if you'll forgive me, make America great once more, but Rome wasn't built in a day.

"Governments should be afraid of their people."

Well. God must've been looking out for us because, as soon as a swing state with six or more votes is fully counted, this House is clean.

Fascinating coincidence that November 5th should come in the wake of Election Day.

BTW, this is not the last piece of music I will be posting in anticipation of this (sure to be) wonderful news.