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Dept. of The Weekend

I Made It

Yes, it's been a long frakkin' week. I am sadly surprised that I've reached the point in my career where I think about each week with the same amount of dread as my late friend Nick. I am thankful that I don't regard it with the same loathing he did, poor man, but the mandates et al have definitely cut into my one-time love for reporting. I'm not out of love, not by a long shot, but now I'm more in love with the idea of retirement. I could retire at 62 and earn a very small old age pension and I'd be happy to work with that, and my inadequate 401k, rather than work any longer. Ah, well. Things may get better, and sometimes I still have fun things to do. I interviewed the woman who won 20 Jeopardy games; went over to her place and chatted for a long time, took pics, etc. So there's still that aspect of the job to focus on.

At least part of  the problem (at least  for this week) is the fact that on Wednesday, my old stomping grounds in Moncton, New Brunwick, Canada, became the site of a triple murder of RCMP officers. The murders happened maybe a little over a mile from where my apartment was, and the lock down area imposed while they hunted down the shooter was 2,000 yards from the apartment. Add to that the fact that my brother is an RCMP officer, and  it does perhaps, make my surreal Wednesday and Thursday more understandable. At first, I was surprised at how much this affected me. Why should it affect me, I wondered; I'm 33 years away from Moncton, and I lived there less than five years. Ultimately, none of that mattered. It hit me hard, and that was the end of it. I was glued to twitter and the CBC live stream on the computer. My brother was even more affected; he wanted to suit up and go hunt the perp, but that was impossible, so he had to wait along with the rest of us. He allowed himself to weep after they caught the killer; all RCMP are family, and there's a lot of healing that will need to be done.

So I got to the weekend and was looking forward to it - and then my back started acting up, and, while I was doing exercises (first day of doing them), I did an exercise that triggered my problematic neck nerve, which in turn triggered a brief, but intensely painful, cluster headache ... I am now going to end this sentence because it has too many clauses and not enough organization.
Now, however, I'm ensconced on the couch, with a heating pad on my back, and some nice Brazilian music coming out of the speakers that BB found me yesterday at the Sally Ann; Logitech speakers that plug into my laptop so I can get my streaming music. And if I can just get one or two union-related emails out, I should be able to focus on Chapter 23.

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Jun. 8th, 2014 09:36 pm (UTC)
Oh honey...I hate that all the joy has been sucked out of your job for you. You should be able to wake up each day and do what you love and be ABLE to do it without such headaches. I am happy there are still bright spots, but there should be more bright spots than headaches.

*hugs you*

Oh my gods!! That's awful!! What the hell?! Give your brother lots of love from us - and I am sending hope and healing for his RCMP family. That is horrifying...gods, what has this world come to?!

Meh....hope you feel better soon, sweetie. I'm thinking of you and BB and sending nothing but love.

*Snuggles you*
Jun. 8th, 2014 09:46 pm (UTC)
Awww, thanks, my dear; you always lift my spirits!

Oh my gods!! That's awful!! What the hell?!

Yeah, it didn't get much play here in the states. People were more focused on the rescue of the young soldier who'd been captured by the Taliban. (Who, by the way, needed to be rescued; I don't care if the Taliban got him while he went walkabout, or whether it got him while he was on patrol. It doesn't matter whether he'd gone AWOL before, or whether he was unhappy about the army. All that proves is that he was a young soldier with some mental health problems. If the Taliban hadn't caught him, he would be returned to base, faced a few days in the brig, and, hopefully but probably not, some mental health visits with an army shrink. I find it shameful that people who were screaming for Obama to rescue him for the past four years, are now screaming that Obama shouldn't have done it because the kid was "a deserter". Jesus. And, yeah, the painkiller for the back is kicking in, and I'm getting quite voluble. Ahem.)
Jun. 8th, 2014 10:02 pm (UTC)
You'd think it would...but yeah, everyone too busy snarking over Bergdahl. This is something that confused me. No matter what happened (or didn't happen - when did we take the word of a few disgruntled soldiers and leave it at that without fact gathering?!), he is one of our own. We do not leave our own behind. Whether we are displeased with his behavior or not, we do not leave him to the wolves. And I think trading five terrorists without a leader to get back one of our soldiers, no matter who he is or what he MAY have done, is a damned fair trade. Hell, it's a fucking steal. The same assholes praise Bush for his nuclear arms trade for soldiers, but bitch about what Obama traded?! How is that even -?!

Don't get me started on this. I don't have painkillers to fall back on for ranting about this asshattery, lol!! I say let the man be tried in court if he did something wrong (but if he did, wouldn't it have been out loooonnnnggggg before now?!) otherwise, be glad we have him home. Where he belongs. UGH. Country has gone to Hell in a handbasket the last few years...

And I love that icon!! So true!!

Jun. 8th, 2014 11:20 pm (UTC)
So much love for you, my dear!
Jun. 8th, 2014 10:36 pm (UTC)
I first read about the Moncton RCMP shootings & lockdown on BBC America Wednesday night -- it's the current landing page for the browser I use most. You and your brother have been in my heart oh so very strongly ever since. I love too many Canadians to not follow this one closely. Not quite as closely as you, but, yeah, reading a variety of websites following the story, watching and listening to that video with all that gunfire, following along on Twitter a couple of times, reading and watching a press conference or two.

Because, yes, OMG, Moncton. Your Moncton. I'd looked at the maps, but never knowing where you'd lived there and not having yet seen the place myself, the specific neighborhood on lockdown only resonated with my memories of the Watertown lockdown during the manhunt for the Boston Marathon bombing suspect 14 months ago.

I still hold the idealized version of the RCMP that I imprinted on as a child, but, OMG, how hard for your brother. It doesn't surprise me in the least that the news hit you so hard. I would have been surprised if it hadn't, oh very favorite and dear Canadian Lady of mine. It may have been a mere 5 years, but...but...Moncton will forever be a place I associate with you. Wolfville, Moncton, Chicago. Just like I wasn't at Suncon, yet I think of it fondly as your first Worldcon and how you showed up in a suit.

Jun. 8th, 2014 11:19 pm (UTC)

I'm not surprised in the least that you were far more aware of this than many Americans - I am surprised that you remembered Moncton. Heh. And OMG, Suncon! Yup, me and the suit.

My brother has some good people around him to support him, both in his RCMP detachment, and in the other detachments around Halifax, as well as good non-RCMP people in his network of friends. I am so glad about that.
Jun. 8th, 2014 11:59 pm (UTC)
The Moncton shooting is such a horrific thing to happen. It came onto someone's screen while at work and we were all gathering around the one computer to get updates throughout the day. Prayers are with the effected families and other RCMP officers. I don't think it's strange for it to hit you so hard, especially with all of the stress, especially family related stress, you've been having over the past year.

*hugs* over your workload and the joy draining out of something you once enjoyed. I am forever amazed (and grateful) that despite the sisyphean task of fulfilling 2.5 stories a week, you still find the time and passion to write fic and fiction for yourself.

Your post has a somewhat happy ending though, and I'm glad of that. You deserve more moments of lazing on the couch with music in the background
Jun. 9th, 2014 01:58 am (UTC)
I am forever amazed (and grateful) that despite the sisyphean task of fulfilling 2.5 stories a week, you still find the time and passion to write fic and fiction for yourself.

Thank you - and thank you an extra little bit for using sisyphean in a sentence; one of the reasons I love interacting with folks online is that I'm lucky enough to know people, like you, who know that word. Heh.

And yes, the day ended on a far less unhappy note than it could have.
Jun. 9th, 2014 06:08 am (UTC)
I'm sorry about the murders, that is just a terrible thing… *hugs* And sorry as well that your work is being so stressful. I hope things do get better, and that the good things will keep making up for it somewhat. ♥

Ugh, that's awful about your back/neck :/ Feel better!

Jun. 9th, 2014 09:28 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry the job's dark side is hurting you...
Jun. 9th, 2014 12:08 pm (UTC)
Aw, I'm sorry. I hope next week - and weekend - is better. :-/

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