One of my coworkers

One of my co-workers just stopped by my office to ask if she could confirm my lunch at “Day at the Capitol”. A “legislative awareness” held on Martin Luther King Day. MLK Day in our conservative State is a slap in the face of people of color and other minorities. Others states regard a federal holiday a holiday. In my state it is a day to kick off the State Legislature—just so the State will not have to recognize the day a day named after a black civil rights hero. In other jobs I have held in this state I had to attend this function and as such communicate with my legislators. These folks did not need educating they new their business and their business was making the wealthy wealthier. Some came right out and voiced animosity toward people who were low-income and people with disabilities at least my particular legislator verbalized this me a person with an obvious physical disability.
I related this account to justify my reply to my office mate: I said “No, I am not going

She said, “What. You’re not going?”

I said, “ Nope, I am not going”

She said, “But it’s a free lunch”

I said, “It’s no free lunch when you basically have to give up your Holiday”.

This is a State and Federal Holiday and I am not giving it up. I sensed a wall go up between my co-worker and myself. This is too bad because I really like this person politically and socially. Sometimes we are combined in our efforts against the world. I was not really thinking when I told her a flat out “No”. it’s how I felt, though. I say this person is my co-worker but really she is just under the “big boss”. It’s a long story—and this co-worker is not my boss in any way shape or form. But, one never knows. But when she asked me if I wanted a reservation and I did not and that’s how I feel. I mean the lunch served is just a box lunch, you have to wait in dastardly long lines then sit with a pompous legislator for an hour. But now, I am sort of spooked that she might be “one of them”—I am on the verge of lapsing into labor, management relationship. Then it’s looking over my shoulder to see where they are at anytime to see if they are watching and listening. I just hate that. Well, I have said it now, and it will be interesting to see if there are any repercussions.

Update on the jazzy: I called again today to try to get hold of Josh, the tech I signed over my power chair to…who did not return my call this morning I would have liked. I called back, and got a secretary who informed me that the part “ I assume the motor” would be on Wednesday. This is cool. I assume the motor will be covered by warranty. It’s the labor now, I am sweating.