As terrible, horrible and no good a week can be in Skye's world...
Work this week has closely resembled the Medieval Help Desk in this YouTube video. Only I did not laugh as much in my real life profession - heaven help you if I am displeased.
Let me be clear, I absolutely adore my chosen profession - most of the time. It is a week like this that make me appreciate all the time I spent in super secret Blackwater-esque training classes. :)
I cannot place the full blame on work issues. Three days of little to no sleep due to my involvement in a video project makes me quite cranky; heaven help the fools that I find violating workplace policies this week.
Today, I reached a high (or low) point in my terrible, horrible, no good week. A very good friend of mine sent out a rather boneheaded email and CC'd the ENTIRE world. This email, as I suspected, should only have been shared between two people. One response to this email truly disturbed me. It was written by a likable fellow whom I've grown to deeply respect, a man who is greatly involved in his community. Perhaps I am coloring his response with my own bad mood and lack of sleep. Perhaps he spoke out of turn and would like to reclarify his statement. Perhaps, Perhaps...
UPDATE: Upon sleep and reflection, I see that this man and I were on the same page regarding the email conversation. For my outburst, I do apologize to him.
However, this ill-conceived email has dragged all of us into mud - this should have never occured.
Even in my darkest mood, I always manage to find a ray of light. This particular 'ray of light' came in the form poem sent to me by my newest friend - TSO:
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a [Woman, my Daughter]!
But make allowance for their doubting too;
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a [Woman, my Daughter]!
THANK YOU, TSO!
Thank you, dear readers, for letting me vent.
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