Well, it's Friday, the end of the work for those who don't work in retail, or law enforcement, or unless you're a bartender, or a waitress, or a sous chef. At this point in time, I would not be surprised if a decent majority of Americans work at least one day of the weekend. So much so, I do believe they should rewrite that old song, you know the song I'm talking about:
Everybody's working on the weekend
Everybody needs to pay the bills
I talked to HR yesterday. I like to work 20 hours a week and I was scheduled for 16 hours, two weeks in a row. We added 4 hours to each week. I'll be covering evening meals. That's fine. I'm a morning person. Everything around the house gets done before noon, so I don't mind heading into the store at 3 PM for a few hours.
There's a new trailer out for Picard, season 3. I honestly don't know if I'll watch it. Season 2 was horrifically terribly. The show took all of the lore that the franchise has spent decades building upon and crapped all over it. Season 3 looks to be nothing more than a Star Trek, The Next Generation redux. Damn!
We had a seriously red sky this morning. Bad weather must be coming.
|The view from my computer chair|
And what about Andy Tate? I had no idea who he was until Twitter erupted with Greta Thunberg clapped him back over some sort of crack he'd made about his cars and pollution. Now he and his brother Tristian are sitting in a Romanian prison charged with sex trafficking. Andy had been one of Tucker Carlson's special guests who complained about being persecuted because Tucker loves his misogynist underdogs.