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Jul. 24th, 2020 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesSigh. TGIF, because I'm done with being glued to the computer for a while, and that includes my cousin's kid's second birthday party via Zoom tomorrow. Never met the kid, for one thing, and until Zoom comes up with a "mute everybody else only for you" option (vs. "host mutes everybody for everybody"), not really interested. I don't need to hear all the rest of my cousins' elementary and middle school kids all trying to talk at once for an hour.
The Arolsen Archives posted a new project earlier this week: registration cards from Mühldorf, which was a Dachau satellite camp. It was mostly a massive construction site, because the Nazis were trying to build underground Messerschmitt aircraft factories with slave labor even though they knew the war would be over before they got them built. Which meant it was a really nasty place to be, if you read between the lines. "Transferred from Auschwitz in July 1944, transferred back to Auschwitz in October 1944" probably means "worked almost to death and sent back to be gassed" and there are a lot of those. Mostly Hungarian Jews. I either have to learn not to think about that, or go back to the main Dachau registration cards, lots of which say "delivered from camp by US Army".
So naturally, since I'm done with being glued to the computer, along came a couple of emails that boiled down to "I waited until after the last minute to do this, so you do it for me." I hate that anyway, and I particularly hate it when there are no instructions beyond "do it for me" and it turns out I didn't do it right, so I have to do it over. Apparently the cure for being massively annoyed about this situation is to go drink a little bit of milk and come back and do it over.
Must go drop my "yes, I want to vote by mail" card in the mailbox today. My polling place is in an elderly housing complex and I think I'm probably better off staying out of their community room. Hopefully someday I won't have to run a risk assessment on absolutely everything that involves going further than the front porch.
The Arolsen Archives posted a new project earlier this week: registration cards from Mühldorf, which was a Dachau satellite camp. It was mostly a massive construction site, because the Nazis were trying to build underground Messerschmitt aircraft factories with slave labor even though they knew the war would be over before they got them built. Which meant it was a really nasty place to be, if you read between the lines. "Transferred from Auschwitz in July 1944, transferred back to Auschwitz in October 1944" probably means "worked almost to death and sent back to be gassed" and there are a lot of those. Mostly Hungarian Jews. I either have to learn not to think about that, or go back to the main Dachau registration cards, lots of which say "delivered from camp by US Army".
So naturally, since I'm done with being glued to the computer, along came a couple of emails that boiled down to "I waited until after the last minute to do this, so you do it for me." I hate that anyway, and I particularly hate it when there are no instructions beyond "do it for me" and it turns out I didn't do it right, so I have to do it over. Apparently the cure for being massively annoyed about this situation is to go drink a little bit of milk and come back and do it over.
Must go drop my "yes, I want to vote by mail" card in the mailbox today. My polling place is in an elderly housing complex and I think I'm probably better off staying out of their community room. Hopefully someday I won't have to run a risk assessment on absolutely everything that involves going further than the front porch.
