Sedation

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated

When life starts beating the living shit out of you, listen to the Ramones. They sang about teen angst in the 70s' but it is still appropriate today. Somehow, believe it or not, listening to them always seems to sooth me, help take the edge off, so to speak.

It really gets me how cynical the beaurocrats (local on up) have become in this country. They don't actually want to use thier brains for anything other than reading a reply to whatever question you might have from a pre-written script of negative musings. You take time out of your schedule to try and talk with someone in an office somwhere who can make a decision in your favor. Only to find out that, lo and behold, you have to speak with someone in another office. So, you call them on the phone and they tell you that you can't speak to anyone in this office. You have to call back to the first office. Round and round it goes. See, they do this in order to get you to give up trying. And believe me, most give up trying.

I actually have one person who is willing to try and help me. My elected offical (federal level) has a woman in his office who is actually HELPING me! My hats' off to her for giving it the 'ol college try. I don't care if it's an election year or not. Just by talking with me and trying to get something done for one of his constituents gets my vote. Every single time.

So, I sit here, waiting patiently for her to get the big machine in motion, and moving toward a favorable solution to my problem. Once again, I'll keep you posted as this saga develops...