Having Something to Say

I don’t feel like I have anything to say.

No, that’s not entirely true.

I have things to say.

I don’t feel like having an argument. I don’t feel like saying the same things for the fifth time. I don’t feel like banging my head against walls that are already solidified.

This country faces major issues. Systems providing and paying for health care in this country suck. Regulations keeping banking and financial institutions in check fail. Laws encouraging environment awareness in corporation and citizens bulldozed.

I look at these large issues and back away because there are so many moving parts. At roughly 3.79 million square miles and 307 million people [1], the balancing act between the marketplace, the regulators and the bottom line boggles the mind. As I look at the big picture issues, I get lost between pie in the sky wishes of how things would work and the bottom line. Wondering in the haze of these big issues, I ignore them, because my tiny voice seems so feeble.

On the other hand, we’ve been fighting contractors lately over material choices. The type of hold-down you use in a three story building is a function of my engineering judgement. I feel like a bitch every time I say no. I hate having the same conversation over, and over, and over again [2]. If I want to sleep at night, these fights I fight.

I’m only one person; but, contractors hear me roar.

Tonight, I have nothing to say. I was at class during President Obama’s speech. You aren’t a contractor [3]. And, I’m more than ready to take a nap.

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[1] I looked it up.
[2] Usually, the repetitive conversations are with Bossman and not the contractor.
[3] At least not one I knowingly work ‘with’ from time to time.