Ice Holes

Prime just came off a one day Facebook suspension. He’s been dealing with a troll as of late and per Facebook policy, he was the one who was punished. This is typical, as most people dealing with abusive, asshole trolls are the ones who end up serving bans, because of the nebulous “Community Standards” Facebook uses.

So I’m putting Facebook on notice: I’m going to reduce, if not eliminate altogether, the time I spend on it. I can’t eliminate Facebook altogether, as Prime uses Facebook Messenger to talk to me while we’re apart. But I’ll be spending less time on my newsfeed. Fewer clicks means less ad revenue, which means less money for Facebook. No, one person following through with this won’t make a huge difference, but I’ll be encouraging others to do the same. A couple of errant raindrops can help build to a flood. Anything I can do, no matter how small, to force a change at Facebook I will do, because I for one am sick of the bullshit. First, it was the Real Name policy, now it’s their bullshit standards. I can’t wait for Facebook to finally collapse under the weight of its own stupidity. It can’t happen soon enough.

This week I have two days off in a row. I almost don’t know what to do with myself.

Monday was interesting, dealing with freezing rain and icy roads. I’m still surprised that I made it into the house. Prime was able to walk me up the sidewalk and got me up the stairs. Once I got inside, I started sobbing, since I was so afraid. I hate feeling off balance and the idea of falling terrifies me. So walking up the ice covered concrete was not my idea of fun. Oh and the car kept trying to slide down the driveway after Prime had parked it. Fun times.

It didn’t get much better this morning; some of the ice had melted but not all of it, so walking was not fun. I had to wait in a corner of the front yard and let Prime back the car towards me. Even then, it was still tricky trying to get inside and I needed Prime’s help. But I made it.

Today was Voting Day in Wisconsin. We have a Supreme Court race. Prime and I voted before we got to work. Every election is important. Or they are to us.

I got the news last night that our schedules are going to be changing. It seems that I and one of my co-workers will be given “closing” shifts , meaning that we won’t be out of here until 22:00 or 22:30. (That’s 10 or 10:30 PM.) If it means I get more hours, then I’m fine with this. But I have to wonder just how long this will last. Something tells me that a change in management will quietly end this foolishness. The other affected co-worker feels the same.

There has been Olympic coverage in the breakroom non-stop for the past week. I find most sports boring but the Olympics is an entirely new level of boring. I either don’t care about the events or they are so ridiculous that I find them dull. I am so glad that I have my tablet; listening to my podcasts has kept me entertained.

Random thought: why is curling a sport? And why is it in the Olympics? Just asking for a friend.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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