Took me eighteen months, but I finally got my IM poster framed. I spent almost half the amount of the entry fee for next year's race.
I ended up working on my days off this week. I am always surprised at how quickly my mood can swing depending on the shift I am working. Evenings I can focus on customer service and mundane tasks--hence a more carefree attitude. Stick me on mornings though--when I have to figure out co-worker's fuck ups--and I am ready to snap. Reminds me why I gave up managing a store.
There was a sad girl in the store today. She has been in a couple of times since we opened three weeks ago, always with a smile on her face. But today you could tell tears had been flowing earlier. She brought up her coffee, got a phone card, and at the last instant she asked for a lotto ticket. "The day can't get any worse," she mentioned when the subject of luck came up. Eye contact is awkward when someone is barely holding back tears. You don't want to ignore their pain and not acknowledge them with even a fleeting glance, yet your gaze feels intrusive. I balked about asking her what was wrong. Empathy is a fickle emotion--gripping you one moment, a distant reflection the next.
I finally got the abode slightly in order. I accomplished more in the two hours before work yesterday, than the previous three free afternoons. I need a deadline or threat of imminent disaster to get my ass in gear.
later
I ended up working on my days off this week. I am always surprised at how quickly my mood can swing depending on the shift I am working. Evenings I can focus on customer service and mundane tasks--hence a more carefree attitude. Stick me on mornings though--when I have to figure out co-worker's fuck ups--and I am ready to snap. Reminds me why I gave up managing a store.
There was a sad girl in the store today. She has been in a couple of times since we opened three weeks ago, always with a smile on her face. But today you could tell tears had been flowing earlier. She brought up her coffee, got a phone card, and at the last instant she asked for a lotto ticket. "The day can't get any worse," she mentioned when the subject of luck came up. Eye contact is awkward when someone is barely holding back tears. You don't want to ignore their pain and not acknowledge them with even a fleeting glance, yet your gaze feels intrusive. I balked about asking her what was wrong. Empathy is a fickle emotion--gripping you one moment, a distant reflection the next.
I finally got the abode slightly in order. I accomplished more in the two hours before work yesterday, than the previous three free afternoons. I need a deadline or threat of imminent disaster to get my ass in gear.
later