Nancy pointed out to me that I got the brand wrong on her new accordion in my last post. Its a Castagnari instead of a Saltarelle. With my blurry vision, especially while suffering from the aftereffects of my Covid Booster the label on the box looks more like “Instagram” or “Pasta Juan X” to my eyes.
Sorry for the typos in the last post too. I rush to send these out. Then that is where I discover more typos and things needing correction. The preserved online version has these corrections.
Yesterday started out with having had no sleep at night due to a dog almost pushing me off the bed and onto the floor. Increasing soreness from the previous day’s Covid Booster. Dealing with Humana and some misdirected prescriptions that should have not gone to CVS and nobody taking the blame.
And then it all kind of turned to crap mid-morning. One of the people I am working with on a project is a bit of an anti-vaxxer and I finally got to the point where I told him that he was to not bring up his politics and stick to discussing the projevt only. Well he immediately had his hooks in me and I hung up on him after he used that trope that Marjorie Taylor Greene and other antivaxxers came up with comparing the vaccine mandates with Hitler’s persecution of the Jews. He said this to me a few weeks ago and I warned him that he was getting close. Yesterday more of this after repeated requests to change the subject in yesterday’s call.
By noon I was shaking and that really fired up my immune response from the vaccine. I was extremely sore by 3. The only cure was to cut him off entirely. So the hastily written angry letter, then purging any mention of our project in social media, informing others involved of this event, and giving a heads up to a few others who may experience severe consequences.
I blocked his number on my phone and redirected his emails to my Spam folders where these are automatically deleted. Final thing was to send back some parts that he sent me. I want nothing to do with him until he gets an attitude adjustment, assuming that happens.
At the end of this process I felt empowered and righteous. After sleeping on it I feel like I am doing the right thing cutting him off. I do not need his participation. He simply needs to understand how offensive he has become to me and the degree to which he angered me - and perhaps this will force him to re-examine his values. I doubt it and this really isn’t my problem. Tough Love.
There may be additional fallout. Shit happens.
So a few bright spots yesterday were eclipsed. The next post will discuss these in a while. And I edited this one before I send it to everyone.
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