Victory

Today is the last day of my weekend and it's supposed to rain.  Yesterday was a drizzly mess.  I painted some baseboard trim.  I'm going to be moving my sideboard to the wall in front of the stair case.  For that to happen a repaint needs to happen.
And yesterday the last of my elliptical was picked up by a scavenger.  I set the flywheel, the heaviest part, out on the curb and about an hour later a man in a black pick-up stopped and threw it into the back.  Gone.  I'm glad I used it extensively, it's a bitch spending a lot of money on a piece of exercise equipment and never using it.  I have a friend whose basement is filled with such equipment.
I'm still waiting for Social Security to send me my W2.  This is getting aggravating.
And here's an updated pic of the sweet potato I'm growing in a coffee pot.

Nice, huh?
I don't know if any of you read Politico but they had an interesting article about the elections... and forecasting them.  Evidently there is a woman named Rachel Bitcofer who is upending traditional theories.  Her theory is that elections are not won by 'swing voters,' those Independents who flip flop back and forth between parties depending upon what candidates are offering, rather it is voter turn out which decides elections.  By now, everybody knows Hillary lost because voters just stayed home.  They had a litany of excuses as to why they chose this option, but stay home they did.  And we got the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Turn out of MAGA heads was strong.  According to Bitcofer's thesis, those MAGA heads were always MAGA heads.  They were not voters who suddenly decided to vote for a moral degenerate.  To prove her point, in 2018 she called every election... and got them right.  She also claims 2018 was just the beginning.  An impetus is needed to get voters off their asses and into the polls.  In 2012, it was the Tea Party which burgeoned under the hate of the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  In 2016 he was elected... by the electoral college, and that is the impetus for the 2020 change.  This man is hated by more voters than any one previous candidate.  Polls are nothing.  Turn out is everything.
A few days ago I mentioned how I, myself, was doing an impromptu poll.  I asked a number of people who they though could beat the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  I specifically said, "this is not about who you like, it's about who you think can beat the Idiot Jerk."  Except for one individual, they all responded with one name:  Bloomberg.  This is not about who you like.  This is about Victory.

Results

My Friday has finally arrived.  It has been a long, slow week at work. 
I still haven't received my W2 from the US Government.  For some reason, I thought they were faster last year at getting them out.  Know how tight fingered the money grabbing Republicans are with money, I'm sure they see every refund check as a little knife in the government's bank account.  Greed.  They want to use their most favorite pronoun of all time... my.  They don't want to pay taxes because they effect "my money," and the sure as hell don't want to pay out refunds because, again, they affect "my money."  In case you didn't know, Conservatives are all about selfishness, being self-centered is their main reason for living.
The Oscars are on tonight.  They're the only award show I still watch.  I go to a lot of movies.  I like to see how Hollywood rates them.  This year, as in no year I can remember, the results already seem to be set in stone.  If Brad, and Renee, and Joaquin, don't win, everybody will be stunned.  Tarintino will win for best ad-libbed script.  1917 had the best Director award in the bag.  Knowing this might just give me enough reason to go to bed early.  There was a time when I used to host a party... those days are long gone.

Here's a funny story from work.  We had a very good Customer Order Specialist named Crystal solving problems that cropped up with orders.  She resolved many issues, from appliances being delivered with knobs to flooring installations with level issues.  She transferred to distribution facility.  Now, I also work with a specialist who sells a lot of jobs... quite a number of which have problems and shouldn't have been sold.  He relied heavily on Crystal to fix his mistakes.  Friday was Crystal's last day.  This specialist was at her going away party.  He had a piece of her cake.  Yesterday, he wrote along note detailing problems cropping up on a job he had sold... and he emailed it to.... Crystal.... whose last day was Friday.  Good luck with that.

Notice, I wrote this whole entry without naming a certain evil presence, but just so you know, I've been doing a little impromptu survey among the Democrats at work.  Results tomorrow.