The first thing I do every morning when I get into the office is get coffee and water. I was 50% successful today. The other 50% is currently drying off my leg and unfortunately, my crotch. Luckily, it was the water and not the coffee.
Jenn and I went to bed at 10:00 New Years Eve. We were briefly awoken by fireworks at midnight. I said happy New Year and rolled over. Jenn did not respond, because she had run 16 miles that morning and was wiped out. It would be difficult to top our celebration. We live on the cutting edge.
Today I am back at work. This is a do or die week for me. If we fail to get a software release fielded by next week, hundreds of schools will be out of federal compliance, dogs and cats will sleep together, mass hysteria will ensue. Right now things look good, but software development is a house of cards. One wrong move and the whole structure can collapse. I am crossing my fingers.
I watch something on TV last night that really bothered me and of all shows it was CBS Sunday Morning. They were talking about over the top parties. These were celebrations where people spend 6-7 figures on one big event. One of the people interviewed was a 13 year old girl who had a batmitzfa that cost over 100k. I am paraphrasing here, but she essentially said, “of course it is expensive, but I am worth it.”
Contrast that with the money raised by my church for Christmas. The congregations donated 250k to remove mines in Africa and support a free clinic for immigrants.
Here is where I go socialist, so brace yourselves. Why would people spend huge sums of money on one person for one night of frivolity? This is where I argue that taxes are not nearly enough if people can afford to throw the money away on themselves. Sure “they” earned it. But our country’s infrastructure and the world’s resources make that wealth possible.
I am by no means innocent in this regard. I waste not insignificant sums on eating out, especially lunch. I am sure one of my meals could feed a whole school of children lunch in a third world country.
The world is broken. I feel some guilt about that, but not nearly enough.