Post by chaosisapony on Nov 9, 2024 5:17:52 GMT
And the craziness continues.
I live in northern California. It's pretty deeply Trump loving here. I work for the county government in a large building which houses several departments. One of which is Elections. Those poor girls get absolutely shit on by the general public year after year, but they always show up and they do a phenomenal job. Tuesday night they worked until 3 am. They don't get overtime pay and they are required to be back in the office at 8am. They are verbally abused by the public, accused of rigging the election, etc. You know the rhetoric.
On Tuesday I made a comment that I always worry we are going to have an active shooter on election day. Our building has security in the form of a metal detector and a 70 year old, 4 foot tall female security guard. A few months back some mail was delivered to Elections and when they opened the envelope it was full of white powder. Our Sheriff's department determined the powder to be fentanyl. Better than the anthrax we all suspected I suppose.
Anyway, tonight as the Elections workers are still there working after hours a bomb threat came in and they all had to evacuate. The building as well as surrounding businesses have been evacuated for a couple of hours now and information is pretty scarce. I'm sure there's no bomb and this is just someone's way of trying to make a statement but it's all just so exhausting.
I've done my absolute best not to let Tuesday's results affect my mood and my personal relationships. I am trying to be optimistic. I want nothing more than to be proven wrong about Trump. I want America to succeed. I want nothing but the best for every single one of my neighbors even though seeing all the Trump signs & flags for the last four years has worn me down. This bomb threat affecting my friends and coworkers tonight is the last straw in my attempt at optimism. I thought if we could just get through the next four years maybe our country would have a chance at healing. I really don't think that's possible anymore and I hate that I feel that way.
I live in northern California. It's pretty deeply Trump loving here. I work for the county government in a large building which houses several departments. One of which is Elections. Those poor girls get absolutely shit on by the general public year after year, but they always show up and they do a phenomenal job. Tuesday night they worked until 3 am. They don't get overtime pay and they are required to be back in the office at 8am. They are verbally abused by the public, accused of rigging the election, etc. You know the rhetoric.
On Tuesday I made a comment that I always worry we are going to have an active shooter on election day. Our building has security in the form of a metal detector and a 70 year old, 4 foot tall female security guard. A few months back some mail was delivered to Elections and when they opened the envelope it was full of white powder. Our Sheriff's department determined the powder to be fentanyl. Better than the anthrax we all suspected I suppose.
Anyway, tonight as the Elections workers are still there working after hours a bomb threat came in and they all had to evacuate. The building as well as surrounding businesses have been evacuated for a couple of hours now and information is pretty scarce. I'm sure there's no bomb and this is just someone's way of trying to make a statement but it's all just so exhausting.
I've done my absolute best not to let Tuesday's results affect my mood and my personal relationships. I am trying to be optimistic. I want nothing more than to be proven wrong about Trump. I want America to succeed. I want nothing but the best for every single one of my neighbors even though seeing all the Trump signs & flags for the last four years has worn me down. This bomb threat affecting my friends and coworkers tonight is the last straw in my attempt at optimism. I thought if we could just get through the next four years maybe our country would have a chance at healing. I really don't think that's possible anymore and I hate that I feel that way.
