Parking about to be absolutely rickity-rickity-WRECKED next week.

...For those of this place that show up at "normal" work hours.

And also: Not sure when or why, but the Navy moved to PDFs for their NAVADMINs now?

...Why?

Text files are the most lightweight.

I blame the administration.

old person grumbles

Being transgendered really is the new "gay".

Instead, transgender troops who do not voluntarily come forward could be outed by commanders or others aware of their medical status.

And then...

The process raises comparisons to the early “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, which at times had commanders or other troops outing gay members of the military who — at the time — were not allowed to serve openly.

For fox sake, this goddamn administration has got to exit.

With extreme prejudice

From my dad, I got his dashing good looks and...

Lack of a butt.

To be clear: I do have a butt.

But for all intents and purposes to do with pants, I do not.

When I'm standing or walking around, I need to cinch up my belt to make sure my pants don't start migrating in a downward direction.

When I take a seat, however, that cinched belt acts as a noose around my waist and threatens to cut off the flow of everything between the two halves of my body.

And it's frustratingly maddening.

...Maddeningly frustrating?

Anyway.

Was talking with Steve the other day and stumbled upon a thought.

The eight-hour work day.

Maybe it's time to revisit that.

Like...

If I come in and knock out required tasking in an hour, but it was estimated to have taken substantially more hours...

Why am I still here?

The answer, in my case—and in my current position—is customer service.

Which isn't great, because not all customers are created equal.

Still.

If I have a job to do, I want to get it done.

Immediately.

So it's no longer in the queue and I don't gotta stress it.

But doing that causes me to have nothing else to do for the rest of the day.

So it'd behoove me to leave stuff around.

But then I'd also have nothing else to do.

So.

I'd love to find a job that I both enjoy and has task-based workdays.

And I fully accept the other side of the coin: if the project scope was larger than I'd anticipated, I'd stay as long as it takes to get the job done.

But then there's the problem of... teams.

If I accomplish all the work I have aside from one or two tasks, and then those two tasks are reliant on another body doing their job... but their work ethic is terrible, they're incompetent for the task, or some other deficiency...

Then I'd still be stuck.

...Until they figured out how to do their job.

Hm.

Fuck.

Anyway.

It's Friday!

Cheers, y'all! Have an amazing one!

Still feeling pretty great.

Focused.

Energetic.

All that jazz.

Though the strange body dissociation thing seems to have been amplified as of late.

When I go to scratch an itch, it feels like my sense of touch is slightly miscalibrated, so I'm being scratched in a place different from where I think I'm being scratched?

...I dunno.

Had a dental appointment for a cleaning yesterday.

Where they did far more than cleaning.

Comprehensive set of x-rays, and then a few relatively gross looking pictures.

Hygienist reconfirmed the dentist's original diagnosis of geographic tongue, which I've had for as long as I can remember and never really thought anything of it.

And then some kinda abscess where the Navy had done surgery on back in late 2022.

Which got me a referral to endo.

And for which, I'm not looking forward to.

Because either they check it up and it's nothing, which means I'm out time and money.

Or they check it out and it's something, and I end up out more time, more money, but having fixed a problem that could potentially turn out bad if left unchecked?

Meh.

Either way.

Almost Friday.

...Almost.

Shit. Is. Legit.

Despite the yawning, actually feeling more energetic than I have in recent history.

Far more focused as well.

A wee bit more clarity.

And that last bit is particularly helpful, since I've been doing a lot of thinking about the events on Friday.

Those who know me... know that I've got a real problem getting stuck on things.

Not many things, but some.

And when I do, it's with a vengeance.

In this case, it's to do with being called out for using a "six-dollar" word (the word was "irrespective").

And it fit, but I guess the ideal way of describing it would've been "without taking into consideration".

Nope.

Too many words.

Too many syllables.

Too much time.

Considering going full petty and using less word because they do trick.

But then I started unwrapping the rest of that particular encounter.

And I got angry.

I know I shouldn't.

Maybe.

But that one's easier said than done.

And so I spent the better part of the weekend dwelling on it, and realized something important.

I don't enjoy this job.

It doesn't carry any meaning.

I pride myself in the product I churn out, but it just doesn't seem...

Fulfilling.

Satisfying.

And so I've decided that I'm going to put considerable thought behind whether this particular juice is worth the squeeze.

And if I decide that water is just fine...

Then once I get my full disability from the VA...

I'll just drop chocks and deuce out.

Anyway.

7/10 for the day so far, and that's up from my 5/10 this morning.

Progress being made.