CPMS... revisited!
So I was bitching about CPMS reports for months. Only a few blog posts, but yeah... in real life, I thought about it a lot. So that director was fired about a month ago. I knew it was coming. He had no technical skills, no real IT experience, and only about 3.5 years in government service. The guy was incredibly underqualified. But that's what happens when you have "friends" who appoint you. Easy come, easy go, I guess. The rest of us grind away at the job for minimal pay our entire career, just hoping the pension will be there, and enough to survive on. The appointees come and go, like a case of herpes.
I can't wait to get out, but I had an old babysitter die of a heart problem, and it has changed my perspective a little. She had sent me a friend request on Facebook, but I hadn't accepted because it felt like my "old life" that I left when I was so much younger. So I sat on the request for a very, very long time... maybe years, and still have not accepted. I just found out today that she died in October 2018 during a heart valve replacement surgery. It made me very sad.
And then I thought about the fact that I'm overweight, possibly depressed, stressed, and yet I'm still kicking. With a little luck, I'll be kicking in ~3 years when I am paroled. Sorry, I meant to say when I can retire and start my pension. Maybe I am lucky in some ways. I haven't treated myself the best. I quit working out, oh, 25 years ago. So many other things I have done that has put me at risk to die early. Yet, I survive. So... lucky, I guess.
I can't wait to get out, but I had an old babysitter die of a heart problem, and it has changed my perspective a little. She had sent me a friend request on Facebook, but I hadn't accepted because it felt like my "old life" that I left when I was so much younger. So I sat on the request for a very, very long time... maybe years, and still have not accepted. I just found out today that she died in October 2018 during a heart valve replacement surgery. It made me very sad.
And then I thought about the fact that I'm overweight, possibly depressed, stressed, and yet I'm still kicking. With a little luck, I'll be kicking in ~3 years when I am paroled. Sorry, I meant to say when I can retire and start my pension. Maybe I am lucky in some ways. I haven't treated myself the best. I quit working out, oh, 25 years ago. So many other things I have done that has put me at risk to die early. Yet, I survive. So... lucky, I guess.
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