Things could be worse
I’ve tried to stay interested, but my heart just isn’t in the thing.
Tonight, I’m providing technical support for a videoconference. Pretty easy, actually; set up the circuits, wait for disaster, go home when the meeting is adjourned. The catch is that I have no stake in the content, and trying to remain politely on side while a group of elected representatives discuss… I haven’t figured out what, yet. Much like watching any elected group work in the committee format. Think of tuning in one of the less volatile sessions from the national capital region.
Except, I’m stuck here. Unless there’s a miracle, the moment of release will come after my city bus has passed, which means that I either stand guard in a bus shelter for an hour, or I walk until I find a cross-town circuit. Twenty minutes, minimum, followed by another round of standing guard. No win situation.
By the time I get home, I’ll have no interest in food, so I’ll go to bed grouchy, and then I’ve got similar duty tomorrow morning (just after sunrise). A dream weekend, what.
But things could be worse. In Haiti, 150 people have died from cholera. You know, one of those diseases from two centuries ago. No, Virginia, the disease didn’t get vaccinated away. Any time your water supply is fouled, the little bugs may decide to rear up and make you feel miserable. I’ve had “boil water” warnings, occasionally, but no serious outbreak in the local neighbourhood. So there, things could be worse (than sitting in on a dull meeting).
