Trump Wrecks Everything Family Business Edition
Working for a family business during America’s fascist collapse
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The alarm clock rings.Its 5:00 am. I’m half awake muttering to myself, under the sound of the coffee grinder, I don’t want to wake up my wife again.
I hope they get Covid. How can you? My own family condoning kids in cages? He stiffs contractors, just like us.
An hour later I’m opening the back door of the shop. As I take a step inside, questions enter my mind.
Did one of them go to the Trump rally this weekend? How can I keep myself calm?Do I have anything to do or anywhere to go? Do I have to marinate in this anger and anxiety?
Every day is a gamble. Open the office door and get furious over some new Trump paraphernalia or stick to talking about the work at hand.
I know it’s usually my fault. It’s so difficult not to speak sometimes. It’s usually the best choice. I still love my family. After working with them for decades I’m being driven to write!
