It's like a rug being pulled from under your feet.

Forgive me for I have no desire today to ponder on my country's growing problems. I do have one thing to say about the current count: too early to tell.

Anyway. For now, my problems take center stage.

I have been promoted. And my slaray slashed dramatically. If profanity is just allowed here I would have broken it out in three different dialects.

Why oh why now? And why oh why ever?

The irony of it all is sickening. She says there is little doubt that I am good, and I do great work. So why am I being punished and being given a bigger responsibility. The present work because it is nominal, also gives nominal pay.

It just looks good on paper.

I need the money. Don't we all? But I am desperate.

Bummer day. Bummer life.