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Tarnation wrote:
Great story,,,,and an even greater boss who was willing to look beyond the surface and admit a mistake.
I found out later on that that incident was a test.
Whether or not they decided to hire me depended on how I reacted.
He had intended to hire me all along, he just wanted to see if I would come in there ranting about the unfairness or if I was capable of handling it in a peaceful manner.
Getting the job depended on passing a test I didn't know I was taking.
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So it was really a measurement of virtue....an assessment of your default behavior.
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Well put, hadn't thought of it in those terms.
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Our default behavior, our "real self", can be a very scary thing.
It usually reveals how much work there is to do.
I know I have a lot of unfinished business.
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10/04/2016
The mood is irritable.
I like my work.
I spent my late teens, all of my twenties, and a small portion of my thirties doing things that were intended to cause harm. I was once told at a unit briefing that my job was to either kill people or help other people kill people.
My job now is to help people live.
I much prefer the latter. But some days I just want to quietly get up, cram my personal stuff into my bag, and walk away.
I go out of my way to help people in any way I can. I even assist people who are not assigned to me and never were. I know a great deal about Medicaid mostly but I also know about other programs that are in place to help people who can't care for themselves or could do so but they need a little help once in a while.
I'm not the kind of person who can just sit there and watch someone going through their own personal hell if I can do anything about it. But sometimes there will be someone who will always say it wasn't enough. That I could have done more. That I either didn't know what I was doing or just didn't care to do it.
And I end up feeling worthless. And that's when I want to walk away.
It never fails to amaze me how much harm can be done just using words. Or not using them.
Okay, that's done.
It's out there so I don't own it anymore.
All of The Wendy's have children. I've met all of them and, for some reason, they seem to like me pretty well. Excellent Wendy's son told her he liked me because I treat him like a person. I have no idea how that works.
I mean, I don't do anything other than act like myself so the 'treats me like person' thing is just built in. I know people have many faces. The face they wear in public, the face they wear in private, and maybe a face they never want anyone else to see.
I don't have a collection of masks. I'm the same no matter where I am. I lack guile. And honestly, I wouldn't have the first clue how to build another personality. So I just wear the one face. The one behind the mask in my avatar. The scarred jester.
Nice Wendy's daughter once told her I give good advice. She also described me as “freaking hilarious”. The advice part was at a barbecue I had at my brother's house. All The Wendy's were there with their kids.
Allison was telling me how all the other girls at school had their ears pierced but she wasn't allowed to have her ears pierced and she was upset because she was feeling left out.
I just pointed out that if she had her ears pierced she'd be just like everyone else. Just another face in a crowd. But being the only girl without earrings made her unique.
Her own person. Not just another kid. Nice Wendy's son Nathan is painfully shy. He's more likely to just watch and listen, not participate. But when I'm with him he'll just start chattering away. I'm guessing he likes me because I actually listen to him. I know adults tend to only listen to children with one ear.
Hearing, but not listening.
I have no idea why children like me so much. It's not something I do on purpose, it just happens. Maybe it's because I like the same toys they do.
Or maybe it's because I'll never grow up.
I'll just age.
And I'm okay with that.
Thanks for listening.
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10/06/2016
The mood is sad.
I've lost another friend.
This happens from time to time and I have no idea why. No clue as to what I did to deserve being abandoned. Ignored. Treated as if I don't matter.
Abandoning me is an unforgivable sin.
This is what my brother did to me. This is what my former friends in Florida did to me. I won't stand for it.
I'm shaking badly. It's difficult to type. This sort of emotion is devastating. It colors everything. It won't stay down. So I'm giving it to you. If anyone is there and anyone is reading this, thank you for taking a piece of something that is too large for me to handle on my own.
Strangely enough, I'm not angry at all. Just sad. It's hard to let go.
I don't know what else to say.
Thanks for listening.
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Hate is not the opposite of love.
Indifference is the opposite of both hate and love.
Willfully looking the other way and ignoring the beggar at your door will send you to Hell, like the Rich Man who ignored Lazarus---or the Priest and the Levite who ignored the bruised and broken robbery victim on the Jericho road.
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10/11/2016
The mood is edgy.
I've quit reading posts on Facebook. It's impossible to see the posts I want to see without running over something political. And all of the anger, the rage, the hatred, was beginning to bleed into my personality.
You see, empathy works in both directions. I can feel for someone who needs a friend, or a hand, or just a kind word. But I also feel the strong emotions in the other direction. The things I said above. The only way to be free of those feelings is to avoid the causes.
I managed to avoid the plague going around the office. I thought I was going to get it because I had that tickle in my throat that presages coughing fits. I didn't get them. I'm armed with two big bags of Halls...or the store brand anyway. This time I got honey-lemon and cherry.
I have no idea why I got the Blue-Death flavor last time. It was like having an entire eucalyptus tree shoved up your nose. It was effective but effective in the way that dumping iodine on an open wound is effective.
So I'm feeling okay lately I'm comfortable with my life. There are some things I'd like to have or to do but I'm not in any kind of need anymore. I got through one of the worst parts of the year without falling apart. I haven't missed work in a long time.
I'm doing okay.
I don't have a lot to say today.
]Thanks for listening.
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Friends and relatives I correspond with on Facebook declared about a month ago they were not going to write anything about the election nor would they respond to anything about it written by others. Happily, Facebook has remain Trump-free nearly 99%. Now, if I could just get rid of those infernal ads that keep popping up in my face!
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10/12/2016
The mood is up.
I overdrew my checking account...buying books. Sometimes I forget to check the balance and the transactions that haven't posted yet before pushing the buy button. So I had to walk up to the bank on Market Street to put some cash in the account to cover it.
I blame Amazon for this.
If they hadn't made it so easy to buy a book I would have never sunk my self and gotten slapped with an overdraft charge. As I mentioned previously, I am a bookaholic. No I will not go to treatment. No I will not go to meetings.
I want the books dammit!
I'm fortunate in that I have quite a few writers who are Facebook friends. For some reason, I can relate better to people who carry whole worlds with people and places and things around in their heads because I mostly have the same thing going on.
One of my friends is in that struggling artist phase. He's working hard while also keeping up with his bills and spending time with his family. It's the paying dues thing. I actually stumbled across one of his fantasy novels by accident. It was listed in the free fantasy thing on Facebook as free for two days so I got a copy.
Now I read anywhere from five to ten novels a month depending on length. I'm always seeing new authors in addition to grabbing books from my favorites. I know what good writing looks like. That novel just pulled me in. I could feel for the characters. The places were vivid. The action stunning.
So how does an author get recognition? Honestly, I think that novel would fit nicely on the best seller list. I don't know anything about how authors go about being published but I imagine the big publishers like TOR are flooded with submissions. Or they only take submissions from agents who only take clients who are already big.
Okay, enough said. I think this guy is good, I'm looking forward to the next novel in the series. And I think he could go places if he'd just get the right recognition.
The novel is called Trollbreaker. It's on Amazon. The author is Michael Kanuckel. Pick up a copy or download a sample. If you like fantasy you'll love this book.
My older brother's birthday is October 26th. I'd like to send him a gift card or something. Just a short back history...we haven't spoken to each other for over two years. There was an issue with a broken promise.
Anyway. Chris is the kind of person who feels that if you give him something he's obligated to give something in return. Chris took me in when I moved back from Florida. My plan...if you can call it a plan...was to put my stuff in storage and stay in one of those cheap motels that do long-term renting.
I was grateful. He bailed me out in one of the most difficult periods of my life. He shares the house with...well, I'm not sure what you'd call that relationship. Anyway, there were four people there total.
If I was going to the store I'd ask if anyone needed anything. I would get what they asked for. I did not need to be paid back. I was living there. I would pick up things without being asked and Chris always, always, made me take money for it.
I'm just not that kind of person. If I have something and I don't need it and I give it to someone else I don't expect to be paid for it. I do not have to get something in return.
It's a gift.
So, anyway, Chris's birthday is coming up and I'd like to send something but I'm worried that he'll feel obligated to send something in return. I don't want that to happen. So I'm not sure if I should do this.
But I want to.
He's still my brother no matter what.
Thanks for listening.