Day 847 Old meany?

4th December 2019

Kelli was off delivering flowers whilst I was in the garage with paintbrush in hand.

I was listening to accounts of Trump’s visit to the UK and why we would allow that. How much money would the air traffic controllers want to divert him to Russia?

There’s a lot going on with the impeachment proceedings, but generally the people here don’t give a stuff, most are putting their faith in a fair election, if that can ever happen.

You can make the most compelling case, in the simplest language, and many will just accept it. No average person here could do the sort of things the President has done, and not gone to jail.

But nothing that is important happens, no gun control, lowering of prescription drugs and the opioid crisis. All the politicians have their sponsors, and “special interest” groups so bills get held up indefinitely, and nobody bothers.

It is so frustrating sometimes when victims are crying out for change and it falls on deaf ears.

So another coat of paint on the drawer fronts, and progress has been made.

We managed to sell two furniture pieces today, one was a small table and the other a small white dresser that we picked up at Goodwill and did nothing to it.

This is the first month since we changed our status to consignment at Our Collective Homes. It’s not hard to understand why sales have dropped off, and that is choices.

Our Collective Homes is sited within another store that sells similar products, it is not a destination in itself. It is merely places on the route through, so indistinguishable from everything else.

I had the idea of stopping customers getting out by creating a maze where they get instructions to leave only when they buy something. The downside of this would be the place would be filled with the skeletons of those too bloody tight to participate.

Another part of America society that I despise is the tipping mentality. A gratuity was a measure or good service, not a means of boosting the pay to a minimum level. I guess over here everything, and everyone depends on it, so why not include it into the cost of the service? I expect it has something to do with tax. I hate being guilted into subsidising the income of someone who needs to earn more, whilst the owners benefit from cheap Labour.

Nobody tips us for delivering furniture, even though they are getting a really good deal.

This is a subject that Kelli and I discuss every time we eat out, and the check comes. Why should I pay for shoddy service? Why should I say the food is great when it isn’t?.

“The waitress cannot live on what she’s paid without tips” is Kelli’s argument, so I have to add twenty percent to a mundane meal simply as an act of charity? If that is the case she’s in the wrong job.