The casualness with which people are scheduling meetings for next week as if we're not going to be in a fugue state for multiple days just trying to survive is alarming to me.
Frog came into the house.
”Toad,” said Frog, “your pants and jacket are lying on the floor.”
“Tomorrow,” said Toad from under the covers.
“Your kitchen sink is filled with dirty dishes,” said Frog.
“Tomorrow,” said Toad.
I hate that I've become an unhinged person screaming on the internet, but I have received no recourse from @Lufthansa_USA@lufthansa. I miss wearing my grandma's necklace. I miss my favorite jacket. I miss the two hours that I now spend calling the Baggage Claim Center.
I written @Lufthansa_USA@lufthansa 's chatbot 2x. I have called the Baggage Claim Center 18x. I have called Customer Service only to be referred to the feckless Baggage Claim Center. I have filed a Customer Service complaint. I have written the CEO. NOTHING HAS CHANGED.
Tearing up all over again as I read this beautiful piece by @jesusrodriguezb capturing the excitement, heartbreak, hope, and fear of this moment and what that meant for us to attend #Pride at the @WhiteHouse with @POTUS & @FLOTUS https://t.co/3NFPmWoTEV
Exchange w/ @LeaderinHeels and @raquelmaya today: "want me to draft a family letter about the Nashville shootings?" Reply: "I still have the letter from previous school shooting so I can revise" Reply: "It's sad how numb you become having to say: I'm sorry we can't protect you"