Well, the blues have returned, and the bitterness about being released from my employment has risen to the top once again. I attribute this to tonight being the holiday party. I was not planning on going but then again I was not planning on being fired on November 4.

I also did not anticipate L’Orange Merde being re-elected but people are stupid and they seemed to have voted en masse for L’Orange Merde. Or maybe not. Democrats are not one to dispute election results or to cry foul like the godforsaken pieces of shit that stormed the capitol on January 6, 2021.

Earlier in my bitterness, I mentioned to Daisy that she shouldn’t go to the party. People get drunk and behave badly and then the washer women in the mailroom gossip about them for the rest of the year.

Today I texted her that if she goes that she should have a good time but to be careful. She replied a while later saying that she was going since she hardly ever gets a chance to go out and enjoy herself, she’s usually holed up with her kid.

She also told me she was in the middle of training in some new task, with a woman who was a bit helpful when the shit was being moved closer to the fan. Her advice to contact Leticia James as well as OSHA was a good idea.

A few days after that I was on Lunked In and her name was floated by as a potential contact. I was fine with the suggestion until I saw her Lunked In page which was quite celebratory regarding the return of L’Orange Merde so the MAGA woman was unceremoniously blocked.

Just another seemingly intelligent person who supports the piece of shit under the shoe which keeps reappearing no matter how many times one would try to scrape it off on a curb. So the job has been on my mind a lot today and it’s not a place where I care to spend any time.

Even walking around Hoboken en route to the supermarket this afternoon, I spied a coat rack and thought about taking a photograph of it and sending it to Shahabudeen Khan telling him the large jar of Vaseline was out of the frame.

I thought it was funny and it went nowhere since I did not take the photo. I mentioned it to Bill, to let him in on the joke in my head and he replied with ‘Why am I even thinking about these people’. The private joke did not land when it went public.

I did re-edit my initial email to the Department of Labor. It’s still in the draft stage. It was written before my dismissal and so it was all in what was then, present tense. Here it is over a month later and quite a few words needed to be adapted. It fed the flames of my sour furnace.

For a lark, I fed the email to Gemini AI and asked for a positive version, a harrowing version, and a humorous version.

I can’t be objective.