then we found out that when person number two who takes care of all this was doing payroll for everyone she might have forgotten me. well person number one takes me aside and says it will all be straightened out by next payday and that I should go home and relax. I trust her and she seems to have a knack for getting things done and I think I may have been dismissed in order that she could do a little yelling at person number two.
I don't know how my planets are lining up right now but I bet someone is slashing their tires while they wait and AAA will forget to bring a jack.
I feel fortunate even in my extreme annoyance but still I am extremely annoyed. I don't see why the fates should go out of their way to reinforce the point that I don't realize what kind of stress I'm under. I get it now, ok?
I'm going to work on my earthquake kit as soon as I can afford supplies. I also need a plan and I don't know what the city of San Francisco has in mind for emergencies but somehow I feel trusting of them to have more of a plan for earthquakes than praying really hard. still it might not be a bad idea to decide whether sticking it out or camping my way down the peninsula would be best. with cats. I guess a lot would depend on the subsequent integrity of the apartment. still I don't think it would be a bad idea to get more fuel for the stove and some freeze dried food and another cat carrier. got the tent and two sleeping bags in case sandy wants to come along.
this administration is going to make a whacko survivalist out of me. it seems clear that those in a position to mobilize national resources to ease suffering are in no great rush ever to do so when needed.
I'd better stock up on meds too. first aid kit. learn to shoot.
the other alternative is to finish learning php and mysql and start freelancing web application development, go buy some land in eastern washington (american west but probably cheap is what I'm thinking--away from major faults and catastrophic weather patterns), build a cabin and relax somewhat.
I mean screw this, you know?