This was my week to write about politics. Unfortunately, I could not post anything yesterday because I went to work for the first time in almost three years.

I would say that half of the people I know with regular careers (i.e. outside the theater) have been laid off during the administration of our National Embarrassment. Surprisingly, given the record number of jobs lost during the current “presidency,” I have not been unemployed for all of that time (although I was laid off from my last job when my department was largely eliminated). I have been gainfully self-employed. So what I should have written is that yesterday was the first day in almost three years that I went to work in an office: that of the Ladies’ Home Journal, which employs my dear friend Jeanette in their promotions office.

Guess which National Embarrassment posed with his wife on the cover of that magazine recently. It is actually a nice picture—he can be vaguely pleasant looking when not wearing his usual “smirking chimpanzee” expression—but I had to look at him all day long, and therefore I had to think about him, and therefore I had to work hard to contain my righteous fury while also struggling to perform what was already a difficult job.

Oh well. At least, unlike millions of Americans, I had a job yesterday.