I'm sure any seasoned blogger would give the advice not to blog when emotions are high. Similar to not drunk dialing, texting, or smoke signalling. That last one will get you in big trouble. It's probably good advice, but where is the fun in writing with no emotion? I always found writing to be therapeutic. When emotions are high, my fingers can barely keep up with all the thoughts racing through my head.
Today the emotion is anger. I'm not frustrated, not annoyed, not mad...I'm angry. Why? Well, for several reasons.
First, I am angry at the people at Obama's inauguration. These people are an embarrassment to America and make me feel ashamed to call myself a proud American. Booing a President on his way out of serving and protecting our country for 8 years is not only uncivilized, it tells a lot about the kind of people who are blindly supporting Obama.
You don't like Bush, fine. Think he did a horrible job, fine. It's a free country (sort of), think and say what you want, but have some class and respect for the most important position IN THE WORLD.
By the way, it is proven Bush saved our asses from at least 19 potential terrorist attacks. So if nothing else, be thankful to have your life.
Now that that rant is over, onto what I am really angry about.
I just got scheduled for a meeting at 2:30 this afternoon in which they will tell our entire division that we will not be receiving raises this year. I know because my friends in other divisions had this meeting yesterday, and news spreads fast in this little town of the JcPenney home office.
I'm not angry at JcPenney. Hell I'm lucky to still have a job considering they laid people off last week.
I knew we were in a recession, at least I knew that's what the media kept telling us. I guess I did not expect it to personally hit me. Don't I get a "get out of jail free" card since it's my first year in the company, and my first job strait out of college? No, I drew the "do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars" card.
I do feel a little better now though, and I think my fingers kept up.
