Missing It...

You guys.

I'm missing GenCon.  Last year it was the most glorious three days I'd had in a long time.  Cosplayers, good friends, great food trucks, and GAMES.  Tons of games.  We spent all of that Saturday testing games.  Hours and hours.  It was brilliant.

And then Indiana had to go and do that shitty thing where they said it was okay to not serve the gays. Well, they're wrong.  It's not okay.  So...we're skipping it.  And it's KILLING ME!

It's also saving me hundreds of dollars that I'm sure I'll be glad I have at some point, but right now it's *cue fainting couch* KILLING ME!

Anyone know if the federal recognition of gay marriage has done anything to nullify that stupid, stupid law?  Anyone else ACTUALLY putting their money where their mouth is and NOT going?  IT's exhausting, y'all.  Not eating at Chik-fil-A, not shopping at Hobby Lobby, not getting gas at Mobil, not going to GenCon.  The list goes on.  But it's important to me that  companies stop being bigoted assholes and get with the times.

And I know...whoop-de-do.  One customer.  Like they're even going to notice one missing among the thousands stuffing their faces and shopping carts.  But I'm hoping that by being an example and spreading the word, maybe it'll have an effect on just one more person.

You're not a horrible person for shopping where you do.  I'm not somehow better than you because I don't shop at these places or visit these events.  It's exhausting.  I'd much rather forget it all and just GO, SHOP, STOP ABSTAINING...but...I just can't.

Maybe by next year Indiana will get its shit together and we can once again revel in the glory that is GenCon.  I'll start saving now.

Out

Triumphal Entry...

Hey, chilluns.  What's up with you?

Shh.  Don't answer.  I don't care, and I can't hear you anyway.

If you're not reading my blog, you're probably justified in that.  Because one post a year doesn't a blog make.  Just like one furious burst of writing doesn't a novelist make.

Or maybe it does.  NaNoWriMo is drawing near.  But that's another story for another time.

Why am I here?  Well, wine, for one.  And for two, it's been a while since I've actually let anyone in to know what was going on in my life.

Currently, I'm working a job I hate that offers me okay benefits (whose prices just went up, according to a letter I received today, almost a full month after they went up) and decent pay in exchange for showing up and not telling people exactly what I think of them.  My specialty.  In the years I've been in customer service, I've not told people they were rude, lazy, horrible, and ugly.  And that's being nice.  Just imagine all the jobs I could have lost, had I let people know exactly what I thought of them.

Way back when I was working for a bank, I interviewed for a position in the loans department, doing paperwork.  It was a cry for help.  A rope leading away from customer service and into a world that was quieter, less stressful for someone who didn't particularly care to pretend he liked you anymore.  And they told me in that interview that I was more suited to a customer service position.  That I was GOOD AT IT.  Then they fired me for losing it on a customer who was drugged out of his mind and screaming at me.  So...they were wrong, clearly.

And here I am now working full-time, serving people I don't particularly care for, smiling, and not bashing in skulls.  It's hard work.  I'm exhausted when I get home.  And often, I have to be ON there, too.  No down time.  Thankfully, I have my mornings four days a week.  Quiet.  Tame.  Aside from cat puke and yowling and phone calls and finding lunch.  But...really...90% of my down time is spent reading or playing video games.

So that's where I'm at.  Currently.  I'm not sure why you need to know that, but this is the Internet, and you're here.  So...there.  I'm back.  For now.

Out