Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I Will Not Bite My Nails . . .
1. Congress is behaving like a large group of spoiled children. Not wanting to make hard decisions that might cost them votes (oh, no!), they elevated foot-dragging to a near art form, reluctantly raised the debt ceiling (sort of) and then skedaddled from D.C. as quickly as possible to pout in their home states, which led to . . .
2. The FAA furlough mess. Upwards of 70,000 people were facing furloughs (way to go with that job creation stuff!) because the two houses of Congress couldn't decide how to/whether rural airports should be subsidized by tickets purchased at much larger hub airports. Sure, that wasn't the only issue. There was a big fuss about how to get around a labor ruling that would make it easier for airport employees to unionize. (Let's be clear on that one. The new rule would require a simple majority of the votes cast to be in favor of unionization. The old rule would require a simple majority of everyone who's eligible to vote to cast votes in favor, regardless of how few/many actually show up to vote. We don't run Presidential elections that way.)
3. Then Standard and Poor's downgrades the credit rating of the United States and investors begin to act like Chicken Little. These are the same jackwagons, by the way, who kept many investment banks (Goldman Sachs and Bear Stearns among them) at "gold" ratings the banks did not deserve as the banks were in the middle of free fall. So I'm not sure how much weight I want to give this development, but it's still a Something That Must Be Dealt With.
4. On more local news, classes begin next week and, while I've spent my days on the Hamster Wheel of Paperwork, it seems that there is so very much to get done so that the first day is smooth.
5. I have surgery scheduled in a few days and, minor though it is, I'll admit to being a bit jumpy at the prospect of spending the night in the hospital. FryDaddy is doing his best (which is quite good) to reassure me that all will be well, but I'm still nervous and want this to be done with.
6. I have a writing project due in less than a month that involves learning and applying the Chicago style of citation, about which I know exactly nothing aside from the fact that I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with adding commas to deep dish pizza.
7. All of which adds up to -- diet? What diet? Bring on the fried chicken and pimento cheese and just back off so no one needs to get hurt, Drake!
As far as I'm concerned, there's plenty there to cause nail-biting. So then my job becomes to search for solutions.
Well, I can't do much about the first three. Write my representatives, be polite, be persistent and know that America is large enough to withstand any number of idiocies. (But they do seem to be grouping, don't they?) I try to keep in mind that people -- everybody -- really are doing the best they can with what they have, but some days, that's a harder point of view to maintain than others.
As for #4, who am I kidding? The first day will be smooth, despite the fact that there will be things that are not quite done. It'll work.
As for #5, I've got some of the best surgeons in the Southeast, if not the country. We're talking about relatively minor procedures; I'm just a teensy bit of a wuss about being knocked out and out of control as my insides are being reshaped. (Although the prospect of performing sinus and throat surgery on myself should make me quake with a totally different kind of fear, don't you think?)
As for #6, I'll learn. Fast.
And #7 - well, that's a battle to be picked another day.
I've been told that there are some days that you just do your level best to get through without screaming at people. Come home, pet your animals, wash your face, say your prayers, and go to bed.
And I realize that in life, sometimes you give the advice and sometimes you take it.