In one day, 65000 jobs evaporated on this planet. In ONE day. Hell, when Harley Davidson loses 1000 jobs, it's pretty much the apocalypse.
I am thankful to still be working. My list of complaints with what I do and how I do it have fallen away again, even though I know those will rear their ugly heads at some future point.
I figured it was so bad that with my own personal financial sludge pile, the economy, a bad and worsening shoulder, and global weirdness, I just cancelled a trip I wanted to make.
I was afraid that somehow on the trip all my charge cards would somehow implode and I would never make it home. Truly, the bad vibes around this trip were stressing me completely.
Afraid, it's a term a lot of people are familiar with right now. With all the hope thrown around last week, afraid is still right up front in everyone's face.
David Letterman said last night that W was enjoying his retirement, but not near as much as we are enjoying it. Wryly I thought, well, if I can't have a retirement of my own, I may as well enjoy somebody's.
So what comes after Bloody Monday? Tumultuous Tuesday? World of Warcraft Wednesday?
At this point I think it's a fair guess that we are all still quite completely screwed.