I was in a crazy bad mood yesterday. Several things led to this, not the least of which is because of this prolonged sobriety, but here are the two leading non-alcohol related reasons: 1) I hate people, and 2) I hate people.
The first “I hate people” refers to the debacle that happened yesterday in our cafeteria. After waiting way to long to get some lunch, I ordered a quesadilla at the grill station. Okay, no one was in line ahead of me, and no one was in line behind me. Should be quick, right? Wrong.
So I snagged a slice of pizza, paid for it, and headed back to the grill station to eat my first lunch and wait for my second lunch. By the time I got back to the grill station, pandemonium had set it. A huge gaggle of people standing in the unofficial “already ordered” section, and a huge line of people waiting to order. Whatever, I just waited. These things usually work out.
Until they don’t.
So the first quesadillas start emerging and I move up toward the line. None are chicken. Fine.
Finally the chicken ones come out. Do I get the first one? Of course not. Second one is ready, and I say “chicken” to indicate that I’m up. A guy in the line who was with Chicken Lady said, “I was next.” I was like, “I’ve been waiting a long time. I was here before you guys.” Chicken Lady says, “We were here before you.” Yeah, good one. I responded, “None of you were here when I ordered.” A second lady with two ragamuffin kids who was completely blocking the enter grill station with her entourage chimes in with, “We were all here before you.”
My very pregnant and hungry self was losing any patience that slice of pizza bought me. I explained, “I was here before there was a line. Before you all got here I ordered, grabbed a slice of pizza, paid for it, ate it, and continued to wait BEHIND you for my order.”
At this point, Chicken Lady walked away, but her buddy was unmoved. “We’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes.”
Done with these people, tired of the ragamuffin kids staring at me, and steam literally pouring out my ears, I said, as rudely and sarcastically as I could, which if you know me, you know was a lot, “Fine, take it.” I’m sure there was a hand gesture in there as well. Then I turned to the guy behind the counter and said, “I knew I should have just eaten pizza.”
Outraged but with the quesadilla in hand, I continued to yell about the incident to my colleague who was in the cafeteria with me – and who, coincidentally was forced to wait to eat because of the quesadilla debacle – as we walked to the elevator. And low and behold, who walks past us, Chicken Lady and her buddy. The buddy yells to my colleague, “Tell her I’m a nice guy.” My colleague, who knows everyone, says, “Ted is actually a really nice guy.”
My response? “Fuck Ted.”
The second “I hate people” goes to this post-Massachusetts malaise that has set in among Democrats.
Okay, it hurts to lose a seat in MA. And it hurts worse that it was Ted Kennedy’s seat. But I think this might have been a present.
Now, hear me out.
First, let’s clear up some misconceptions. Yes, MA is a blue state, especially from the federal perspective. Kennedy and Kerry had 73 years in the Senate between them. To have Kennedy’s seat, a seat that had been Democratic since 1953 when Ted’s big brother John first won the seat, hurts. Bad. I mean, I almost fought two women, a man, and two kids in the cafeteria over a quesadilla. I feel you.
[Sidebar: When I went to Kerry’s wikipedia page, this is what I found:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
John Kerry is a child molestor from Zimbabwe, Africa. That’s all that’s special about him.”
I then almost choked from laughter.]
But here’s the thing. MA elects Republicans. Did everyone just conveniently forget about Mitt Romney? Trust me, I’d like to forget that guy too. But he was a two term governor of MA. And Scott Brown is not a total whack-job tea-bagger, his nude-y shot notwithstanding. He’s a Massachusetts Republican. That is a far cry from Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin.
So fine, it sucks. But let’s put things into perspective.
Second, the MA race has some things to teach us about where the electorate is. But right now, I’m not sure we’ve actually gleaned what we should from the outcome. Instead, we just keep hearing people say this:
A) I told you. I was right. I said we should be more conservative, and the MA voters agree. We need to change course.
B) I told you. I was right. I said we should be more progressive, and the MA voters agree. We need to change course.
I’m not sure that A or B is right. Instead, the race says one thing loud and clear – Dems are losing the messaging war. And we’ve lost our mojo. Our swagger. But with 10 months until the midterms, we have a change to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and snap the fuck out of it. Because we have plenty of time to get some stuff done, get our messaging on track, and get back on course. Let’s not make this a self-fulfilling prophecy.