The United States Supreme Court was once a Crown Jewel in the American experiment called Democracy.
However, today the Court has fallen from grace. The Justices who voted to overturn Roe v Wade, all stated during their respective Senate Confirmation Hearings, which were televised, they would not overturn this case. In fact, many confirmed that Roe v Wade was settled case law, due to legal terms as ‘Precedent’ and ‘Stare Decisis.’
The Conservative Justices of the Court who voted to overturn Roe, are disgraceful. They are liars, and clearly do not have respect for the Supreme Court and the principles of precedent and stare decisis that, up until this moment, were the core foundation of this once heralded institution.
Now Clarence Thomas, the Justice who should resign from the Court due to the alleged seditious acts of his wife leading up to and on January 6, 2021, wants to ‘revisit the rulings’ in landmark Supreme Court Decisions that concerned same-sex marriage, contraception, and sodomy.
To be clear, Thomas took the ruling in Roe a step further, which is totally out-of-bounds with how the Court has historically presided over cases.
This is outrageous! The Conservative Judges, Alito, Thomas, Kavanaugh, Gorsuch, Coney-Barrett, and Roberts, unequivocally disregard the will of the majority of Americans. The Court is tasked with the responsibility to have a consciousness as to where we are as a society. Moreover, a Judge should rule on the law, and not have their own personal belief system infect their decision making process.
The dissenting opinion, penned by the liberal justices, wrote “no one should be confident that this Majority is done with its work.”
Based on that ominous warning, the Conservative Justices are ‘gunning’ to take away more rights that we the people have enjoyed for decades.
Very scary indeed, in this day and age, in the United States of America, to be stripped of personal freedoms of choice.
Today, the Supreme Court has officially lost its mind by ruling that the Second Amendment to the Constitution grant Americans the right to carry a gun in public. Anywhere, anytime.
Everyone Carry a Gun!
The Majority Opinion was penned by Justice Clarence Thomas, who wrote ‘that keeping firearms at home makes little sense.’ Yes, with this ruling, it makes more sense that someone walks into a subway station, a park, a place of worship, a supermarket, a nightclub, a music venue, with a gun. Words of wisdom from a person who should resign from the Court. Oh, but that is another story.
At issue of yesterday’s Supreme Court Ruling, was a New York State Law that was on the books for one hundred years. The Majority Opinion determined that “New York’s proper-cause requirement violates the Fourteenth Amendment in that it prevents -law-abiding citizens with ordinary self-defense needs from exercising their right to keep and bear arms.” Again, this ruling deems it important for a law-abiding citizen to walk around with a gun, anywhere.
The Supreme Court IGNORES the Pulse of the Majority of Americans
The Supreme Court is completely out of touch with the pulse of Society. The only pulse the Court is focused on is that of a six-week fetus’ non-existent heart-beat, which again, is another story.
However, it is clear the Court does not have its priorities in order. Namely, the health, welfare and safety of the American People.
Quite the opposite is true. On the one hand, the Court interprets the U.S. Constitution with a warped view that flooding the streets with guns affords Americans the protections of the Second Amendment. Somehow, the Justices believe that carrying guns in public is equated with public safety.
I am sorry. I do not understand that logic. You do not have to be a genius to know that if an ordinary, reasonable thinking person is walking around with a gun, that person is more likely to use the gun. Regardless of the level of provocation. Life happens.
Do Guns Protect People?
Do guns really protect people? Look at what happened at Robb Elementary School, located in Uvalde, Texas. One gunman enters an elementary school and murdered defenseless children and teachers. Despite cries for help from Children who were being shot at, law enforcement officials stood outside the school armed with guns, body armor, and yet they did not use their weaponry to save human beings. Did they need more guns to do their job?
Did the Justices on the Supreme Court think about this case? So what if they already wrote their decision prior to Uvalde. The decision could have been ripped up or deleted. No big deal.
Law-abiding citizens need rules and laws to govern a society. The clock has been turned backwards in our society, and we are now living in the wild west of the 1800s.
It is a sad day when Justices, despite all of their education and intelligence, display no common sense.
Last weekend, I shopped for groceries at the King Kullen Supermarket in Bridgehampton, NY.
If you did not know, Bridgehampton is located in the Hamptons. You know, the place where the beautiful, rich and famous peeps frolic.
Well, I go grocery shopping every single goddamn day. Sadly, I do not have a Chef, a Butler, a Personal Assistant, a Personal Trainer, etc. . I know Ms. Manners. Can you imagine? And I live in the Hamptons in the summer. Totally embarrassing.
My shopping experience was different this time. I came upon a major spillage in Aisle 10.
It was a total ‘hit and run.’ A real crime scene. ‘Someone’ knocked over several Louisiana Red Hot Sauce Bottles. If y’all don’t know, this is one of the ingredients used to make spicy hot chicken wings.
And this really looked like a crime scene. The employees had the aisle roped off with yellow tape, the kind that the Police use. And this was a problem for me, I needed to go down that aisle. I had to get the Grey Poupon Mustard, which was stocked next to the Hot Sauce.
When I arrived at the crime scene, there was not one, not two, not three, not even four broken bottles on the floor… For the untrained eye, it was hard to tell how many bottles were broken. The floor was ‘a sea’ in Red Hot Sauce; broken and unbroken bottles were literally floating in the aisle. This was a job well done!
Ms. Manners, I know you are wonderin,’ whether the person who crashed into the Red Hot Sauce bottles, which were neatly displayed on a shelf, reported this incident to a grocery store employee?”
I know, such a funny question to ponder.
Oh my oh my Ms. Manners! Girlfriend, this here is the Hamptons. Paleeze!
Hell no! Clearly the perpetrator (“perp”) of this incident scurried away…
Perhaps we should give the perp the benefit of the doubt? Maybe, just maybe, the perp did not know they ‘bumped into the Red Hot Sauce Bottles’ that were so neatly organized on a shelf by a grocery store employee? I just don’t know.
Personally, I try to believe in the ‘goodness of people,’ perhaps, just perhaps, the person did not hear the bottles (note ‘plural’ bottles), crash to the ground.
Ms. Manners, I use the word ‘crashed,’ because there was more than one bottle, and these were large bottles. Not the small table size bottles you would use at a restaurant. Again, you ask yourself “Didn’t the perp hear the bottles crash?
Well, Ms. Manners, all I can say, is that if the perp were profoundly deaf, daft, or did not have their hearing aids in, maybe, just maybe they did not hear the crash of all those bottles. Not to mention the splatter of the sauce, which was everywhere.
But really, we all know the perp who knocked all those bottles down, knew what they did. The perp probably checked the aisle to see if there were any witnesses, and then fled the scene of the crime. Like no one would see this mess? Really? Like the store has no video cameras?
Oh, but then things took a turn for the worse. Then there was the smell. Ms. Manners, Louisiana Red Hot Sauce is hot. The label says, ‘Red Hot Sauce’ for a reason. This hot sauce ain’t for the faint at heart.
Have you ever used Louisiana Red Hot Sauce Ms. Manners? Well, I love it. ‘Specially on my chicken wings.’ Oooooh that smell!
Ms. Manners, I could smell that sauce when I was about mile away near Aisle 1. That smell was permeating the store. Even though it was 9:30am, I started to have a hankerin’ for some wings!
A Laughing Matter
In truth, employees and customers were laughing. Customers were taking photos; with the hope these pictures would go ‘viral.’ Nah, I don’t think so.
I could see the store employees were in absolutely no rush to clean this mess up. Who in their right mind would be? If you get Red Hot Sauce in an open wound on your fingers or hands, you will cry for your mama! And do not rub your fingers that are covered in hot sauce into your eyes, it can damn near burn them out of your head!
As for me, I told the employees we should all follow the trail of red footprints throughout the store, created by the person who had knocked over the bottles of Louisiana Red Hot Sauce. Just look for the perp whose shoes and legs were decorated with red splatter stains and would smell like a chicken wing.
Oh, and if you were wonderin,’ I prefer wings in extra hot sauce.
Can you please tell me what is the proper etiquette for eating hors d’oeuvres at a cocktail party?
I know, like duh, doesn’t everyone know how to eat hors d’oeuvres? Well, obviously not if I have to ask Ms. Manners.
Several weeks ago, I attended a very fancy schmancy cocktail party in Beverly Hills. I know what you are thinking, who in their right mind would invite lil’ ole’ me to a party where I, yes I, would rub elbows with famous peeps?
Now I know how to eat hors d’oeuvres. But, at this party, I had a front row seat to watch a ‘famous person’ eat hors d’oeuvres as if they were from Mars. Really. It was so ‘shocking beyond the pale,’ that I felt I was watching an episode from the HBO show Curb Your Enthusiasm.
As a matter of fact, it could have been an episode from that show, because the actress who portrays Larry David’s ex-wife just happened to be at this event. Her real-life husband, may or may not have been at this event.
Scene of the Crime
Let’s set the scene of the crime: Waiters were serving fancy hors d’oeuvres. In truth, I was hungry. However, I waited for the hors d’oeuvres that would compliment my picky palette.
And hello, a waiter finally offered to me a beautiful silver serving platter of small, delicate blini’s topped with caviar and a little ‘dot’ of Crème Fraîche. Oh yeah baby, come to mama!
As a refined woman, who is well aware of cocktail party etiquette, prior to taking one blini, I first asked the waiter for a cocktail napkin and then I carefully took one blini from the serving tray, so as NOT to touch any other blinis on the tray. Remember, we are still in the midst of a pandemic. We hate germs!
Perhaps it was because I was starving, but damn… that blini was beyond delicious.
Scene of the Crime
The waiter moved on to another guest to offer a blini. Oy vey. Here we go.
I recognized the guest the waiter was serving. How could anyone not? Comes from a very famous family, who had a very famous Father, and a very, very famous Uncle. He even has a famous wife actress (who may or may not be at this event).
Now, I had the unfortunate opportunity to watch this particular guest ‘eat’ the blini. In my life, I have never, ever witnessed such a dining spectacle at a cocktail party. A fancy schmancy one no less.
The guest was standing by himself as he literally attacked the serving tray of blinis. His wife was not with him, perhaps she had been at a cocktail party or two with him and knew better.
I watched him eat the first one. Clearly, he has good taste, because I could see he liked the FIRST BLINI. How did I know he liked the blini? Because he would not let the waiter leave… and then the guest went for the second blini. And the third. Now the serving tray was commandeered by this guest and has become his personal plate. Yes, he effectively hogged the blinis.
And then it happened. I saw this in slow-motion. This is how it repeats over and over and over in my mind. Like a horror story. The guest had a blini in his hand that was en-route to his mouth that was open. And just like that, he dropped the blini that was almost in his mouth, and it fell to the serving tray. Yuck! Germs alert!
I was aghast! I had never seen that happen at a cocktail party. Even the parties that serve pigs in blankets and bagel bites.
You ask yourself: Did the guest stop eating? Did the guest survey the tray to find the blini he touched that was almost in his mouth? You know, to make sure that no other guest would get contaminated with his germs during a pandemic. Oh but, wait, I do not believe this person is a follower of Dr. Fauci.
This guest never missed a beat. I ask, where is Larry David when you need him? Where is Larry David’s TV ex-wife to stop this travesty? Oy vey. This guest jumped back into that tray, and indiscriminately picked another blini and tossed it in his mouth. Oh, but wait, there is more. Now he was seemingly hell bent on clearing the tray of blinis. No matter there were other guests.
Now, to optimize eating, the guest was crafty. He actually combined two blinis and made a sandwich. You betcha baby! Standing their all by himself. The ingenuity to maximize hogging the plate.
And just if you were wondering, he did clear the tray. At some point, he did eat the blini that he dropped, but did it matter at that point?
Where are the etiquette police when you need them? Oh, they are probably badgering someone who is eating a bagel bite at a backyard BBQ.
You betcha baby! I am a loud and proud NEGATIVE COVID Person! Hallelujah!
As I read my acceptance speech for being the recipient of this Negative COVID Test, I have several peeps to thank.
First, a few acknowledgements to the manufacturers of the COVID Vaccines and the Paxlovid AntiViral COVID Meds, the At Home COVID Rapid Test Kits, Mucinex DM, AYR Nasal Spray, Puffs Plus Tissues with Aloe, Charmin Ultra Soft Toilet Paper, Clorox Wipes, and last butt not least, Huggies Baby Tushy Wipes.
Second, I would to thank my Doctors. Not all of my Docs (I have way too many and would take too long to list), but specifically Gary the Doc who prescribed the Paxlovid, and my Wellness Doc Caroline who told me I ‘would be fine.’
Third, Thanks to my husband Michael for running away from me as soon as I tested positive for COVID. Really, you never saw the guy run so fast. Also, smart to sleep in separate bedrooms during my COVID experience (Lucky for you, because I did not wake you up every time I pee). Lastly, brilliant idea to wear a mask in the house this past week; saved all my super-expensive anti-aging potions and lotions. Michael was brilliant to keep me not ‘arm’s length,’ but rather a ‘football field’ apart, because he did not get COVID. And, he was so considerate of me, because I can’t even imagine what he would have been like if he got COVID. You know men, they are so ‘needy.’ Yuck!
My sons were absolutely terrific. They both recently had COVID, and thus were extremely empathetic when they saw me in my COVID ‘Horror State’ of pale white. Not to mention everyone listen to my coughing/hacking/choking attacks. Grateful my older son can cook, and my younger son was in LA, so I could isolate in his bedroom for a week.
To be clear, even though I experienced a ‘mild’ case of COVID, I still am not at my version of 100% total Gay Capacity . This virus knocked me on my arse for a week. Even total hip replacement surgery did not render me bed ridden.
The good news, is that I am a loud and proud negative person (despite having a positive attitude). I also can go mask-less for the next two months. And no, this is not akin to going bra-less. That would be horrifying! I mean really, thank you Victoria Secret push-up double your size bra!
Oy! Please, enough already! Today is Day 7, and to be honest, I have had enough of COVID. Sadly, it has not had enough of me. Not an equitable relationship.
The problem with getting COVID, is that it’s just not your common cold.
As we all know by now, COVID affects each person differently. Some people who test positive for COVID are ‘asymptomatic’ and experience no symptoms. However, they are still a walking petri dish and still must isolate. Then there are the spectrum of folks who experience mild symptoms (like me), moderate symptoms and just fall apart for a week or two, and those who experience severe symptoms, who need to be hospitalized and just may succumb to the virus. Scary, right?
Since COVID is a highly contagious virus, and, if a person cares about another human being, well, you want to do the right thing and isolate. Yes, you do the right thing and stay away from other people (even if you hate them).
Isolating at Home
I suppose I am lucky. My kids are out of the house, and it is just me and my husband. Akin to two people stranded on an island. In this case, Long Island. So dreamy, right? Nah, I don’t think so.
Despite having 100 COVID shots between us (just joking), since the minute I tested positive for COVID, I am now sleeping in my younger son’s bedroom. The room is a time capsule, intact from last year, when he graduated from College.
My husband is still testing negative, which is great for him. To keep him negative, I wear a KN95 mask in the house, and Lysol spray is my new perfume. I know, sexy, right?
When it is not raining and there are no gale force winds, we can dine together, outside. What a real treat.
Now, for some people who can’t stand their spouses, COVID is a great excuse to stay away. Right? A self-imposed separation. For some odd reason, I actually like the guy I married. Call me crazy, or maybe it is the COVID brain? But, it has been hard to be separated.
Our anniversary is tomorrow. First off, amazing we made it to 27 years of marriage! Woo Hoo! Second, we shall celebrate just ‘the two of us.’ Our plans were cancelled, because I am still testing positive for COVID. For heavens sake…no one has hugged me in a week!
Perks of Day 7 of COVID
So exciting! Made it to day 7 of COVID! So many doors have opened to me as per the CDC. Since I am finishing my Paxlovid, have experienced mild symptoms, never had a fever, and I can now go out in Public. But, there is always that but… I am required to wear a mask at all times.
To make sure I do not infect my fellow human beings (even the ones I can’t stand), I wear two KN95 masks.
COVID has left me tired, and I have a raspy, hoarse voice. Once the symptoms of COVID rooted, I had an extremely upset stomach, which contributed to the weight loss I experienced. (You can fill in the gory details.)
I am always the optimistic: my bikini will look awesome this summer, or whatever that means for a 58 year old hot mama!
This is now Day 5 of COVID. I am exhausted. I literally can’t move. It is hard to believe this is a ‘mild’ case of COVID.
Even though I am not a Board Certified Physician, I am a certifiable Jewess Mama Doc. I believe the Paxlovid antiviral drug I am taking stopped COVID in its tracks. Yes, the symptoms stopped getting worse.
I would opine there is an internal struggle going on at this very moment in my ole’ body to defeat COVID. Thus, I am totally wiped out. This never happens to me.
What is totally odd, is that my mind is clear. I can think. I am not experiencing COVID ‘brain fog.’ In fact, my neck has been killing me for months, and that pain has greatly diminished. So weird.
Sleepin’ and Dreamin’
Hallelujah, I slept last night. 11 hours, which is so not normal for me. As you know my Dear Diary, as a Menopausal Mama, I am lucky if I sleep 6 hours a night due to my punctual pee-pee wake-ups every 2 hours.
Diary, I did have an odd dream. The last dream I remember, was that I was sitting in a Denny’s restaurant that was also a bagel shoppe; and I ordered eggs and an English Muffin for breakfast. So odd, right? I skipped the poppy-seed bagel, hash-browns and bacon because I wanted to ‘watch my weight’ and keep my cholesterol low.
Diary, what a relief that I am concerned about my health in my dreams! But really, this is what I dream about?
Greetings from COVID land. COVID is certainly nothing to sneeze at.
Shame, shame on COVID. Today, COVID knocked me on my skinny arse. Day Three has not been fun. I am exhausted. I literally cannot move. And by the by, this never happens to me.
Convalescing in the Hamptons
Thank goodness it is warm outside and not raining in the posh Hamptons. I was able to ‘isolate,’ and ‘alienate’ myself from the rest of the family by staying outside on a lounge chair.
Hold your damn horses. Yes, I am convalescing on a lounge chair in the Hamptons, the sun is shining, and I can hear the ocean waves breaking along the shore. However, this is not a sexy tale. I am laying under a warm, chenille cuddle blanket from COSTCO with my trusted Havanese, Latte at my side.
I am also hacking, coughing, hacking, choking and gagging all day. Better to be outside than pollute the entire house with COVID germs.
I know, such a pretty picture, right?
As the day progressed, I noticed that my condition was worsening. How could I not? I was coughing more, and I started getting ‘flu-like’ symptoms. Still no fever, and certainly not the end of the world.
However, by the end of the day, I felt as if I was melting into the couch.
Then I wondered, ‘is my breathing labored’? It was becoming more and more difficult for me to breathe through my mask. Yes, the Jewess hypochondriac in me now was running this derailed COVID train. To be clear, it is not easy to wear a mask when you are battling COVID.
To make sure I was getting enough oxygen, I searched the house for the Pulse Oximeter. I bought that gadget at the beginning of the pandemic 2.5 years ago. Thankfully, the battery still worked (it was made in China).
Good news! I was alive and there was oxygen in my blood. I breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to cough.
Last night, the coughing was getting worse, the fatigue was getting worse, and I felt feverish. My chest was hurting from all the coughing, and now I detected a ‘wheeze.’ Paleeze, the time had come for me to take the antiviral Paxlovid.
Doctors do advise not to take Paxlovid if you are experiencing a mild strain of COVID. However, I felt my body was deteriorating. I thought I could fight through COVID, but alas, I could not.
I am grateful to be fully vaccinated and have access to COVID antiviral drugs. As I go through this journey, it saddens me to know how many innocent lives were lost to this virus because people simply chose not to get vaccinated.
Oy vey! After 2.5 years of evading COVID, it got me.
How did I get COVID? Who gave it to me? Who can I blame? Do I call the Police to track down a suspect?
I have not knowingly been near anyone who has COVID. Unless …someone has been lurking the streets with COVID. Hmmmm.
COVID was an uninvited guest who entered my life without permission. Yesterday morning, was like any morning. I noticed my throat was a tad bit scratchy. I do have allergies, so I popped a Zyrtec (allergy pill). Then I noticed my nose ‘felt funny’ (no better way to describe), and since COVID is literally everywhere, I took a COVID test for the hell of it.
I just love a COVID test. Don’t y’all? Just the thought of shoving a long Q-tip up not one, but both of my nostrils, is so incredibly sexy. Then waiting for the results… this is akin to a pregnancy test. I mean the dipstick test. But you still wonder if you are positive or negative.
I have previously taken rapid COVID tests, PCR tests, and each and every one came up negative.
But not yesterday. Oh no, no, no. My luck ran out, and COVID tagged me. My COVID stick had two red lines, and no, I was not pregnant.
I just don’t get it. I am armed with 4 COVID shots, take a ton of supplements to boost my immune system, eat healthy and wear a mask inside all stores. Oh, and I also take hydroxychloroquine twice daily for an autoimmune illness. No, not to prevent COVID, to prevent swelling in my fingers. And… my positive COVID test proves hydroxychloroquine does not prevent COVID.
Despite taking all the above precautions, I still got COVID. Maybe if my arsenal included an AR-15, then COVID would have stayed away? Nah, I don’t think so.
Well, my friend Michele had COVID and tested positive for 21 days. She got COVID from her granddaughter. So cute, right? The kid shared her COVID with the entire family a month ago. Today is the day Michele finally tested negative. Her husband never got COVID. She even slept in another bedroom to not infect him. Wow, what a mama. I have spoken to her so often the last few days, maybe COVID is transmittable via text and phone? I just don’t know.
My friends Andy and Mike recently got COVID. They are getting better. But I did not get it from them. They got COVID from a birthday party. What a fun party!
So where did I get COVID from? Who knows? Such a pity. I wanted to blame someone.
COVID Health Status
Today is day two of my COVID experience. I now have a cold and I am a bit tired. Although, I did workout this morning, picked 5 pounds of strawberries, and baked bread. I have to prove I am Wonder Woman, and COVID will not stop me.
Leper in the House
Stay away from Gay! No one wants to touch me. So sad.
Good thing it is almost summer. I sit outside, cough and gag away from everyone in my family. In the house, I wear a KN95 mask, and sleep in my son’s bedroom. He is a practicing adult, and lives in California, so I can use his bedroom.
My drugs of choice are Advil, Mucinex and AYR nasal spray. I am holding off on taking the Paxlovid, the COVID antiviral drug, because I don’t know if I need it just yet. Only time shall tell!
What is fascinating, is that I do not have brain fog, and can author this article. I have brain fog every day, except today. Go figure.
COVID Response from Friends and Family
It is just fascinating. When you tell people you have COVID, the response is very sullen. No, I have not heard the line “sending you prayers,” but the “Oh NO! You got COVID”! response. And “Where did you get it from?.” “Are you ok?”
I am taking each day as it comes. Glad I have four COVID shots, and hope I have a mild case of COVID. One never knows with this virus.
Like omg! I was watching the news the other day. No, this was not ‘the news,’ like CNN, MSNBC or that ‘other’ station that rhymes with ‘lox.’
This news segment was about people, specifically ‘Twenty-Somethings’ who were returning to work in a Post-COVID World.
Indeed, everyone has to go back to work in a ‘Real’ office. No, you can’t continue to work out of your ‘home virtual office,’ which is in your bedroom. To clarify, the ‘real office’ is located in an office building where grown-ups go to work 5 days a week. Real life. The pre-COVID era. Ah, the good ole’ days.
Apparently, not everyone is happy about returning to the real office. So sad.
Well. Excuse me. Sad is not the appropriate word that expresses the ‘twenty-somethings’ that were interviewed on this show. These women emphatically did not, not, want to go back to work in the ‘real’ office.
I mean really. After listening to their compelling stories, like duh, who could blame these educated, professional women for wanting to work ‘virtually’ from home.
The first woman who was interviewed, quit her job as a paralegal because in the post-pandemic real world, she was required to go back to work in the real office. My word! You go girl!
She stated ‘…when you go from full remote to office, it was like, why am I doing this? It seems like pointless? I was so much more tired, I would come home exhausted, and you know, I wouldn’t want to go to the gym, and wouldn’t want to read a book, like I wouldn’t really want to make dinner. 5 days a week in office, 9–5, which is just unreasonable.’
I hear ya sistah! Oy, too much stress, and being tired is just a total no-no. Clearly, working from 9–5 as a paralegal at the real office, located in the office building prior to the pandemic must have been a heavy burden.
Can you imagine, going to work every day, day in, day out? Tsk, tsk, too much to bear for a twenty-something.
Fortunately, this is a woman of the 21st century who knows how to take care of herself.
The good news is that she found another virtual paralegal job. Yes, she gets to continue to work at home! I am thrilled for her! It is wonderful that she will not be subjected to the demands of working in a real office. Best of all, she will now have the strength to go to the gym, read a book, and cook a meal. Although why cook a meal, when Postmates can deliver dinner in half the time it takes to cook. This of course frees up more time, so you can go out with your friends for cocktails. Which you can do since you will not be tired anymore. Just another perk working from home.
Another person who was interviewed, a 25 year old woman, echoed similar sentiments. She stated, ‘we are more productive at home, we are happier at home, we’re doing what the company asks of us…and going back in is really a form of micromanaging, We don’t want any part of it.’
Wait a gosh darn minute! I have a few questions with regard to this second woman who was interviewed. She used the word ‘home’ several times and said she was ‘happy.’ Was she living at home with mommy and daddy during the pandemic? Was she more productive at home because mommy gave her three meals a day and did her laundry? Is home better to work at because you can sneak in a work-out when you are working virtually? Or binge on a Netflix show? Just wonderin.’
One more thing…this twenty-something essentially said she doesn’t want to be micromanaged at work. Is that right? Stop the presses for a moment and get me off this merry-go-round.
As an adult, in the real world, everyone’s life is micromanaged by someone. I know, there was no college course on this subject. Sad.
Such grievances! These twenty-somethings remind me of my kids when they were teenagers and would yell at me “you are not the boss of me.” Not to be the bearer of bad news, but in a professional work environment, someone is the boss of you. Sad reality check.
Clearly, these twenty-somethings set forth compelling arguments to continue to work virtually from home. Right? Oy vey. Tell it to the Judge Judy.
I mean really…what kind of people are we to require educated professionals to work at oppressive office jobs, which make you so tired at the end of a day, that you can’t even go to the gym. The nerve of employers!
Can you imagine being a twenty-something college graduate and subjected to working at a real job, in a real office, from 9–5? Like what was the point of going to college anyway? Again, college did not prepare students for real life.
When these women were interviewed for this show, their parents must have been so proud of them!
I have kids who are in their twenties. If my kids told me this tale of woe, I would have laughed at them and rubbed two fingers together to show that I was playing the smallest violin in the world, playing the saddest, saddest songs.
I don’t know about y’all, but back in the day, I worked as an attorney. I had to get up very early in the morning, wear a suit, uncomfortable high heels, and get to the office or courthouse.
Oh, and by the by, my ‘work hours’ were not 9 am to 5 pm… that would be like going to Day Camp. My hours were leave the house by 6 am and get home late at night. And then, work some more at home. Everyone micromanaged me and was up my arse. And I never got a ‘thank you.’
Just wait till you have kids of your own… that 9–5 job will be remembered as a vacation!