It’s Thursday, January 29, 2009 and I’m not having many love for the way this day started out.
After a pretty decent night’s sleep, I awoke at my customary 0400 and after the morning functions and with coffee in hand, logged on to check the status of my universe.
NFG.
No, scratch that. NMFG.
The lead story is about some Australian guy who threw his 4 year-old daughter off a 190’ bridge in full view of her siblings and morning commuters. Next to it and down is a story about a 93 year-old WWII vet who froze to death after the Bay City, Michigan municipal power company shut off his power because of $1000 in unpaid bills. Then, a story about a food plant in Georgia that knowingly shipped contaminated peanut butter and made a heck of a lot of people sick.
Dammit! This is NOT how I want my day to start out. After some 20 minutes of bunny therapy, I was again willing to face the world. Well, maybe not willing, but at least no longer planning to spend the day in a corner with my AK-47 across my lap.
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I still have no idea what that means or if some action is required on my part, but there you have it.
I do know that it’s hammer time!
No, no it’s not.
So, I’m just back from lunch and I have striven manfully to not get dragged down into woeful thinking and not let anyone make me pissed off but alas, it just isn’t meant to be. Before reaching my chair, I am accosted by three coworkers in succession, over things that certainly could have waited until I’ve at least got my coat off, am in my chair and have finished my half a sandwich.
I guess it’s time to make the boundaries clear again. I hate doing that because I really like the people I work with and hate giving them anything other than everything I can. But, I’m not their fscking dishrag either.
Or, I could whine to the boss.
Or, I could do my Croatian Weiner Dance for them. I’ve not performed this for some time, so we may be due anyway.
Whatever the case, it ends here.
It had to be a beagle. Yeah, I really need to kick my own ass.
Well, tomorrow is another day and hopefully, one that won’t start out with a bunch of shit that makes me doubt human-kind’s elemental rectitude. And hopefully one where my small but present doubts are not acerbated by the picayune proceedings of my fellow minions. Basically, I’m needing a good day. I’m well rested and in fine fettle, so what say we all (that’s every human on the planet) get together and be cool to each other.
Because, in spite of all the bad news, in spite of all the evidence that people just suck and are getting worse by the day, I do believe, in my heart I believe that we are fundamentally good at our core. I believe that good does indeed eventually triumph and that we will, when the need is most dire, heed the gentle voices of what President Lincoln called “the better angels of our nature.”
We can not long persist otherwise.
So, tomorrow I am resolve to try to make everyone I encounter smile. They will smile or their bile will flow over my hands.
No, that’s not it. I’ll try to make everyone smile or make them weep bitter tears as I drive them before me like chaff before the winnowing fork!
No again, that’s not right. I’ll just spend the day trying to be pleasant.
I require the same from everyone else.