The Death of 10^3 Cuts, 2007 edition
Posted: September 15, 2007, 03:09:44 PM
While others are faced by tragedies (Dan's recent losses; a co-worker whose mother just passed away), I am doomed to be (as Captain Janeway once put it) "pecked to death by ducks".
To wit:
a job reclassification scheme that will freeze my pay for at least two years, and effectively freeze the pay my pension will be based upon for three to four years beyond that;
the slow decline of my mother's health -- decreasing mobility due to arthritis and weight loss due to lack of appetite (her weight down to about 72 pounds), resulting in a few weeks' hospitalization, and in-home visits by a nurse upon her release;
Nate being mean to me (just kidding);
and today,
the theft of my car (locked) from the controlled access underground parking garage of my apartment building! This car, mind you, was the replacement for ANOTHER car that was stolen from a subway station parking lot a few years ago. (That car was found, reeking of cigarette smoke, doors open in the rain, just after I had arranged the purchase of the currently-missing vehicle.)
Individually, these things would be moderate irritants, but certainly survivable. For them all to occur over about a month and a half, however, just seems to prove my suspicion that there is a God, but he is a perverse and sadistic creature who enjoys tormenting the little clay creatures he has made (viz. Clemens's "The Mysterious Stranger").
:P
To wit:
a job reclassification scheme that will freeze my pay for at least two years, and effectively freeze the pay my pension will be based upon for three to four years beyond that;
the slow decline of my mother's health -- decreasing mobility due to arthritis and weight loss due to lack of appetite (her weight down to about 72 pounds), resulting in a few weeks' hospitalization, and in-home visits by a nurse upon her release;
Nate being mean to me (just kidding);
and today,
the theft of my car (locked) from the controlled access underground parking garage of my apartment building! This car, mind you, was the replacement for ANOTHER car that was stolen from a subway station parking lot a few years ago. (That car was found, reeking of cigarette smoke, doors open in the rain, just after I had arranged the purchase of the currently-missing vehicle.)
Individually, these things would be moderate irritants, but certainly survivable. For them all to occur over about a month and a half, however, just seems to prove my suspicion that there is a God, but he is a perverse and sadistic creature who enjoys tormenting the little clay creatures he has made (viz. Clemens's "The Mysterious Stranger").
:P