I have a job, and I am pleased that I have a job.<\/p>\n
But there are times in any job that are less than pleasant. Times when you are faced on all sides with a Catch 22.<\/p>\n
So today, I had a lot of those.<\/p>\n
But the thing that took the cake…My Own Personal Point of Pride…Yesterday, a local deity asked me to write some instructions.<\/p>\n
I lay aside the fact that to create these instructions is to create and distribute a sharp pointy stick than is meant for poking me.<\/p>\n
It had to be done, and I understood why. A global deity needed appeasement, and it took this sharp pointy stick distribution plan.<\/p>\n
Fine.<\/p>\n
BUT! When I carefully WROTE the instructions, the local deity carefully took the beautiful succinct clear phrases and instructions and made them longer, more confusing and ugly…hoh..<\/p>\n
it is one thing to write something badly, and never get around to finishing making the writing better.<\/p>\n
I do that practically every day on this blog.<\/p>\n
but to take pretty, crafted words and MAKE THEM WORSE ON PURPOSE!<\/p>\n
it wounds me.<\/p>\n
It wounds me more that I must send them out as if they were my own. It’s like wearing a sign that says “i’m stoopid”<\/p>\n
SIGH<\/p>\n
In desperation, I was avoiding the situation. I was surfing.<\/p>\n
I found this letter<\/a>.<\/p>\n I think it’s a very beautiful thought. Beautiful thoughts are good. And I wanted to share it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have a job, and I am pleased that I have a job. But there are times in any job that are less than pleasant. Times when you are faced on all sides with a Catch 22. So today, I … Continue reading