America in the Roni Age
We are back -- it’s hard to encapsulate in a short text post what it feels like to be in America during a pandemic, in the few minutes before I have to go to work. I’ve been permitted to put my life in danger at a supermarket for minimum wage. I have an appointment at Planned Parenthood next week to see if I can get hormones, which might involve self-injection, but I have no health insurance and still not sure how to get that. I’m in a worker’s union that might help me get health insurance, but people don’t call me back because it’s a pretty big union and they forgot about me. There is a lot less helping here from professionals but more from people if you can get them face-to-face.
Nyanpi is working remotely and is medium level stressed about her job because she’s a manager (fine), but not being given enough autonomy or respect; her bosses told her ‘she has no sales experience’ (she does) and that she must submit all her emails to them before ever speaking to the client (it was going excellently, because she knows about programming, but her bosses do not understand it so they panicked and said she was going to anger the client).
I have an interview next week for a job I really want, an office clerk type job that pays very well. However I’ve been ‘in talks’ with them since the end of March. I guess they aren’t in a big hurry.
The weather is lovely. We both have allergies. We are eating very well and loving our new kitchen and apartment. We have enough space to run up and down the hallway. All our boxes arrived from Japan, but one burst open en route and they stuck it in a plastic bag but we lost a few items (notably some amiibo, I am sad), and the same must have happened to someone else because we ended up with some of THEIR items (some old lady pants, a silk scarf, a Japanese dictionary and N2 study book). I wonder how much else fell out in transport in America. ;)
