Day Thirty

It’s been one of those days.

I spent most of today under the bus, so to speak, for one rea­son or another.  Some of these rea­sons may have been legit­i­mate, or at least given the infor­ma­tion pro­vided, but none of them were very com­fort­able — being under the bus never is.  I worked a long shift today (Labor Day, go fig­ure) and did my best through­out, but it seemed like the best wasn’t good enough.  I think it’s all about the point of view.  When you only see one side of the story, it’s easy to come to judge­ment.  It’s only after hear­ing the other side that you have to start weigh­ing the truth between the issues and judge­ment becomes a lit­tle harder to pass.

Being human is so much fun.  Dogs and cats can’t do this.  I don’t even want to think about the world’s lizard pop­u­la­tion.  It is so much eas­ier to work out issues in per­son or over the phone, too, as opposed to email.  Wow.  Com­put­ers can’t send the tone of voice, artic­u­la­tion of lan­guage or emo­tion that is con­veyed in con­ver­sa­tion by voice.  So I had to make a phone call.  Got some things cleared up and had a won­der­ful con­ver­sa­tion with one of my friends (thanks!).  Cleaned up the apart­ment a lit­tle along the way and got a chance to wish mom a happy birth­day.  Bet­ter late than never, right?  I was able to get a load off my chest then, too.  I am so glad that after I lis­ten and help oth­ers that peo­ple are around on my bad days to rec­i­p­ro­cate the favor.  Now there’s just one per­son left to talk to before I wind the day to a close.  I guess I’ll talk with you again tomor­row, thanks for listening.