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Edited on Sun Nov-07-10 04:59 AM by PCIntern
So in the midst of the worst week I can recall, I moved my office a few floors after 24+ years in my old place. There is no such thing as a "good" move, and this proved to be no exception, since I had 31 years of accumulated crap to sort through and decide upon. Just to give you an example: we order about 100 pounds of plaster/stone for dental models MONTHLY, and not all that many of them are thrown out, but they're filed away in special boxes designed to hold them. IF you do the math that's a lot of weight accumulating after 25 years, and whether kept or discarded, all that weight had to be lifted and maneuvered. We have about 7500 'active' patients and about 12000 inactive charts which we also had to manage. This is in addition to the equipment, the supplies, the books, the financial records, the artwork (substantial, since I used to barter with my starving artists all the time), and the electronics. I worked 18-20 hour days four days in a row and substantially for the three weeks prior to this one.
I state all this because dropped on top of all this was the horror of Tuesday night and worse, the inevitability of the Election, given that we saw it coming, as though we were a stalled car on a railroad track. I'm exhausted, sick at heart for the squandered opportunities which we had two years ago, upset about the MSNBC business, pissed-off-beyond-belief that I will have to listen to these arrogant fools prance about as 'winners' for the next few months, even angrier that we're going to have to deal with whatever evils with which the devise in order to derail the Democrats, who will happily just go along and not fight back. On top of everything else, I had to witness the San Francisco Giants win the World Series, which they deserved to win, having soundly beaten my beloved, but no-show-hitting Phillies. Contrasting all this with how I felt two years ago at this time is even MORE upsetting.
In 1980, when Reagan and the Republicans swept Carter off the table, I called my Dad of blessed memory. I asked, "Dad, what are we going to do?" He replied, "What you're going to do is get up and go to work. What did you think was going to happen in a country where the prime rate is in double digits, there's a probably-manufactured crisis in Iran for months and months, and you have a professional orator, even though he's a dope (my parents knew Reagan personally when they were young) running against a fellow whose good intentions are dwarfed by his introversion and relative inability to do what Americans want, and that is to 'sparkle' in the lights?"
Mom and Dad, I've been thinking about you all week.
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