I microaggressed against the workshop on microaggressions by missing it. I’m sorry, folks, I suck. I built up expectations about it and then failed to get myself over there. Mea culpa. I went there at 11 and the workshop was at 10.
I’m very tired this week, and when I’m tired, I get erratic. I left pea soup stains on my Canadian passport renewal form, and now I have to redo it. I don’t want the people at the governmental office to think I’m disrespecting Canada. Of course, I could always hope that Canadians would look kindly on me eating Canada’s national soup in the US but you never know if you get a maverick split pea soup hater to read your application.
Now I have my first meeting as a union rep. Or at least I think I do. I feel lost and confused without my phone. I don’t keep my calendar on it but the phone allows me not to have to run to a stationary computer every five minutes for everything I need. And before anybody starts smartassing all over my pain with “And how did people survive without smartphones before they were invented?”, I ask them to wonder how they would do without, say, running water or electricity. Or antibiotics, for that matter.