the way it goes
I plan on addressing your suggestions and questions - so stay tuned...but first, I need to talk about today.
It started off slowly.
I was convinced I was getting sick as several people around me have a crummy virus. My throat was scratchy, I was achy, so I stopped, on my way to work, at the drugstore. Then, well supplied with tissues and Advil, I went up to my desk. (Is that enough commas?)
Things were busy but going smoothly when a wrench was thrown into my day.
A WRENCH, I TELL YOU.
A project I was responsible for got hijacked by computer issues and my day went to hell.
The truth of it is: I typoed a couple of email addresses, AND THERE WERE COMPUTER ISSUES, my own efforts were sabotaged - and, for the first time, my boss had to point out the error I had made. It all came out right in the end but there were moments when I was unsure of myself and my abilities. Sure, sure, it was just a couple of typos, under strained circumstances, but I cannot possibly describe the influence this error made upon my day - suffice to say: though it was minor, it had an impact.
ANYWAY.
I got through the afternoon and there was no lasting damage incurred. That, my friends, is the beauty of being good at what one does for a living coupled with the good fortune of having a fair and generous boss. I do not underestimate either.
After work I went to a party.
It was a cocktail party for a couple who have been together for many many years and who were recently inspired to get married.
They are not especially young, these people, and they work in a business that has not gone unscathed in these difficult times.
These are reasons to celebrate.
I saw, at this party, people I had not seen in many years- all of whom have aged better than I.
The people I cared about remembered me, the bride and groom exuded happiness.
It was a lovely, softly lit gathering with breathtaking views.
And, when it was over, I walked to the station, where a train was waiting for me.
As we lurched along the track the conductor shouted: AND WE'RE OFF!
And then he punched each and every ticket to the rhythm of shave and a haircut, two bits and all seemed right with the world.
It started off slowly.
I was convinced I was getting sick as several people around me have a crummy virus. My throat was scratchy, I was achy, so I stopped, on my way to work, at the drugstore. Then, well supplied with tissues and Advil, I went up to my desk. (Is that enough commas?)
Things were busy but going smoothly when a wrench was thrown into my day.
A WRENCH, I TELL YOU.
A project I was responsible for got hijacked by computer issues and my day went to hell.
The truth of it is: I typoed a couple of email addresses, AND THERE WERE COMPUTER ISSUES, my own efforts were sabotaged - and, for the first time, my boss had to point out the error I had made. It all came out right in the end but there were moments when I was unsure of myself and my abilities. Sure, sure, it was just a couple of typos, under strained circumstances, but I cannot possibly describe the influence this error made upon my day - suffice to say: though it was minor, it had an impact.
ANYWAY.
I got through the afternoon and there was no lasting damage incurred. That, my friends, is the beauty of being good at what one does for a living coupled with the good fortune of having a fair and generous boss. I do not underestimate either.
After work I went to a party.
It was a cocktail party for a couple who have been together for many many years and who were recently inspired to get married.
They are not especially young, these people, and they work in a business that has not gone unscathed in these difficult times.
These are reasons to celebrate.
I saw, at this party, people I had not seen in many years- all of whom have aged better than I.
The people I cared about remembered me, the bride and groom exuded happiness.
It was a lovely, softly lit gathering with breathtaking views.
And, when it was over, I walked to the station, where a train was waiting for me.
As we lurched along the track the conductor shouted: AND WE'RE OFF!
And then he punched each and every ticket to the rhythm of shave and a haircut, two bits and all seemed right with the world.
Comments
You've been busy!
ErinH
p.s. Did any of those that aged better than you have children?
I'm amazed that tickets are still punched. Does the conductor stroll down the aisle and see everyone? How nice that is. I'm so used to a swipe card at the point of entry.
Strangely I am not a perfectionist in my own home.
I am so glad your day softened into something lovely.
Donna