1. Woo hoo! I am back at work. In fact, most of the DoD civilians were allowed to return to work today. So, considering that the DoD is the governments largest employer, the majority of the government is back to work. Ponder this, during a government shut down, most of the government is working. Obviously not all of the government is back to work. I have friends who work for a National Park, and they are still unemployed. Yes, they may, and probably will, get back pay. But that doesn’t do any good as they live paycheck to paycheck. Also, some of those who are at work right now, like people who teach classes, cannot do their jobs since their are no funds for travel. One must consider, what are they doing?
Maybe it’s about time for congress to admit that this government shutdown is a complete and utter farce. They should do their one and only constitutionally mandated job and pass a budget, or at least a CRA, and allow the rest of my fellow government workers to return to work. And I can’t wait to see how congress reacts to the United States defaulting on their loans. China won’t need to invade this country, they’ll just buy it.
2. Now, completely unrelated, I had a very vivid dream last night. Hell, it wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare. I have no idea how I didn’t wake up screaming, though, I admit, I did wake up.
I was still married, and had a kid. My parents had a HUGE TV and were playing loud video games on it. OK, I admit, that part was pretty cool, but the rest just scared the crap out of me. Anyway, I had a kid and was still married. And for some unknown reason, one of the ex’s friends was taking care of the kid up till that point. Suddenly the kid was dropped off in my lap so they could go camping. Of course, I asked for a divorce (again?), but watched the kid. I have no idea what was worse, dreaming that I was still married, that I had a kid, or that the poor child was my responsibility.
Again, scared the crap out of me.
Finally, a Haiku I thought of.
I am back at work,
Thinking about my paycheck.
Congress can bite me