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A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Yesterday, I realized that I haven't been making enough of an effort lately to train my brain, by staying informed on current events. My go-to news site, 68k.news, has been in relative limbo recently, as while it still gets updated with the latest articles an error message comes up no matter which one I click: "Failed to get the article :( Sorry - working on it! Invalid or incomplete HTML." (This message is displayed in bright, glorious red, just to drive the point home.) Thankfully, searching for "68k.news" on DuckDuckGo brings up a page on GreyCoder.com, with a list of text-only and minimalist news sites. The ones listed are all amazing, but the site that has become my new go-to is nowhere to be found: isp.netscape.com. It sounds like something out of the 1990s, but in fact the earliest archived version of the page on archive.org dates to February 5, 2004. In its current form, the site still has a very late 2000s feel to it. Its current look goes back at least a decade, and the page itself still adheres to Firefox 2.x (or Netscape Navigator 9.x) web standards, but it continues to get breaking news; on the page as it now stands, one of the first things you will find is a description reading "President Joe Biden's abrupt decision to bow out of the presidential race and endorse Vice President Kamala Harris to be the Democratic candidate against former President Donald Trump has caused a political earthquake." If that doesn't let you know you're living in 2024 and not stuck in a Groundhog Day-esque time loop, I don't know what would. In this day and age of HTML5 and JavaScript-heavy sites, it is refreshing to see sites like this that still honor the simplicity of old-school web design. Speaking of the old-school, it was a refreshing 'blast from the past' to attend a screening of Mary Poppins at the Boca Black Box yesterday. Munching on Mike and Ikes, and sipping on a non-diet Coke for the first time in a while, my housemates and I--along with a variety of people from other JARC group homes--watched the great Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke show all of the qualities that make them screen legends, accompanied by a Hall-of-Fame supporting cast and excellent animation from most of the legendary "Nine Old Men" who served as the not-so-secret weapons that set Disney's films apart from all their competition. While it was wonderful as always to be out and about, there was an undercurrent of tension all weekend, one that compelled me to write an email to my primary contact about our acting manager on weekends, "MC" (to avoid using her real name, for privacy reasons). I met "MC" back in April, on the first day I moved in. (I may have touched on some of these things already, but for anyone joining the story already in progress, here is a refresher.) Initially, she was quite friendly and patient, but the atmosphere has become more tense recently. She seems to have become a bit more assertive, as from what I was led to understand, she is beginning to feel frustrated with the job, having been in different roles here for a while. She fills in on the weekends as acting manager, since the 'big boss'--our primary manager, Mrs. T to use another alias--can't be here all the time (which is understandable; she does need time for herself and her family). Earlier this past week, Mrs. T had me come into her office to address a few concerns that "MC" was having. One of them was an apparent false diagnosis regarding a housemate who had voiced some worries relating to colitis; I wanted to look out for her by letting staff know, but apparently this 'client' has had a history of making things up, of remembering events from the past that aren't applicable to the present, that I wasn't aware of. Another concern was regarding me doing laundry on multiple days of the week; we settled this by my choosing Sunday as laundry day. An additional concern had to do with me apparently 'monopolizing time'--my term, not theirs--when a couple relatives of a housemate came to visit him two weeks ago. I tend to gravitate to people and naturally ask a lot of questions, and supposedly she was frustrated by this, probably thinking I was eating into their time (though it was by no means my intent). It seems "MC" thought I was trying to act above my station, that I was behaving as though I were the one in charge, and apparently felt intimidated as a result. I realize it is a difficult job, that she's responsible for taking care of all of us when Mrs. T can't be here, and it is natural that there will be frustrating moments. There is another housemate, a woman who is a few years older than me, who is a lot more vulnerable and needs assistance with many things, such as showering. She has had moments where the housemate would try to pull her in the direction of the bathroom, but I think she was just so used to the routine that she was acting on impulse, and it had nothing to do with being selfish or expectant. I have told Mrs. T more than once that I wanted to be the least of everyone's worries, and feel I've done the best job possible. The most hurtful part of all of this is that "MC" dumped her concerns on Mrs. T, when she could have spoken to me firsthand. It is not a problem for me to make adjustments and change things if they are bothersome to people. Maybe she was concerned that I wouldn't understand, or wouldn't be able to see things from her point of view. I don't believe "MC" is a bad person, but it is very worrying to me that there is a tension now that didn't exist when I first moved in. It makes me uncomfortable, as I am not sure if there is going to come a point where she has a breakdown and takes her frustration out on me or someone else in the house, be it another staff member or another housemate. She is already very passive-aggressive a lot of the time, and I'm sure a lot of it has to do with stress, or moments of feeling powerless. I feel like there should be a system in place where "MC" can take breaks as needed and someone else can fill in every other week or so but I'm not in charge and have no say over anything that happens here. I am concerned about self-advocating, as I am worried "MC" might not understand, or get defensive, and possibly be much harder on us. I've spoken to Mrs. T and she seems to be understanding, but since she is so busy she doesn't always have time to discuss matters with the other staff. Most of all, I'd like to feel safe here, and feel as though the staff are working here because they care about us, and care about the job. Thankfully, I have already received assurance from my primary contact that she'll advocate for me. She told me she would like to come by this week after work, and asked me if there is a day that is better for me. Any day except Tuesday is fine, but Wednesday or Thursday might be best. In the distance, I hear the 'bathroom puller' making a few noises. I am unable to discern what she is saying, but it seems she is once again pretending to be on the phone, as it came out sounding like an innocent "hello?" I am reminded of the superpowers I have, in being able to read, write, and express myself. If she, or her brother, or the other residents, were capable of communicating their concerns to the same extent, how much would change? The treatment we have gotten from various staff has served to normalize apathy; it bleeds even into how clients treat each other. Maybe I can make a difference.