The musings of a madman...

       Ever had to deal with someone who just KNEW they know everything, despite all evidence to the opposite? Well I do that every day in my full time job, and my desire to not have to do any work again leaves me in the unfortunate position of having to straighten people out every single time, lest they will be back – still wrong – with the same problems but worse.      When I clock out, though? I practice what I like to call malicious compliance, wherein my motto is often “not my monkey, not my circus.” When my responses are tied to how efficiently my mortgage gets paid, I am better-compelled to spend the time correcting or even giving a shit about outcomes. When the barrier between me and homelessness is not being pressed, though? Good luck getting me to give a shit! Matter of fact, I am probably kicking back and waiting on the outcome for my own entertainment.      As a side hustle, I cut lawns… Just lawns, except for in very special cases. I am not a landscaper, I lack t

True Story©…                 Sometimes I like to sit and listen to OTHER people’s True Story©. In my current position, I am downtown Burlington NC.  Before August, my building was right across the street from the public library.  One consistent in the whole of the United States of America is that a public library will draw the infirmed; homelesses, unemployed--…  the needy public in general.  I don’t judge people for their outward appearances any more than a reasonable person would – and trust, ALL people do if they admit or not – but sometimes I would sit outside on my lunch breaks when I was up there or will walk by when I walk around the block now on breaks/lunches and I talk to people about their stories.                 I have gotten a lot of good stories: -           A woman who had a couple of kids by a drug dealer who did well by them until getting caught, but literally didn’t know how to hold down a household when he was gone and now was in this position during the