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May. 6th, 2020 08:31 amI want a haircut. I want a 90-minute massage. I want to get my teeth cleaned whenever that's supposed to be. I want to go amble through the bookstore and the grocery store. But I'm not going to get any of those things, and I'm not out screaming for my right to do them. At some point, probably around my birthday when I can't go out for dinner, I'm going to be very angry that I still can't have any of those things either. Some day the public health establishment will have to accept that asymptomatic carriers and lack of testing them have won the day, and containment won't work.
There are certain phrases that make me very uncomfortable on a gut level. "Homeland Security" is one of them, and as of yesterday, "Human Capital" is another one. My boss had a meeting that was titled "Re-Entry of Human Capital". That title doesn't go with the image I have of the person who set up the meeting, so now I have to decide whether she's been secretly evil all along (she's HR) or whether she's going slightly mad with the quarantine like all the rest of us.
I either slept on my ribs wrong or tweaked something somehow trying to dislodge Snip when I rolled over. Not sure which, but either way, my ribs are sore.
There are certain phrases that make me very uncomfortable on a gut level. "Homeland Security" is one of them, and as of yesterday, "Human Capital" is another one. My boss had a meeting that was titled "Re-Entry of Human Capital". That title doesn't go with the image I have of the person who set up the meeting, so now I have to decide whether she's been secretly evil all along (she's HR) or whether she's going slightly mad with the quarantine like all the rest of us.
I either slept on my ribs wrong or tweaked something somehow trying to dislodge Snip when I rolled over. Not sure which, but either way, my ribs are sore.
