for six hours or whatever.

What got me started drinking tonight? What brought on this episode of grief and frustration and exhausted anger and feelings of desperation? It wasn't my mom. However stressful it is to care for a mostly-incapacitated person (with unspeakable challenges and all that), my preference would be to have the current state of affairs continue forever--because my mom is lovely and she makes my life feel more meaningful.
So it's not that. It is the administrators who seem incapable of speaking truth. Sometimes I wonder whether they even have any idea what is obviously right and wrong. They rely more on superstition than on reason. They remind me of the proponents of the GOP's healthcare bill--and how mindbogglingly gullible/moronic they seem to think the U.S. citizens are. At best, the fucking administrators are so often like Al Gore--who when last night he was hawking his book (“The Assault on Reason") grinned and called Trump "one of a kind" and pretty much said nothing substantially negative about him.
It's hard having those in power relentlessly attempting to gaslight. It's not like there have never before been Orwellian states or lying presidents. But it's bad now. It's absurd.
It doesn't have to be this way, does it? I remember an administrator I once worked for who would spontaneously call me at random times just to say, "Hey, thanks for being here. I really appreciate you." Those were the days.
Q. Can you identify one administrator who has been wonderful, and why zhe was?
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