Afterthoughts

I walked into work today and the shitstorm was already in full swing, covering the department in blue flurries and angry shouts. I dove straight in, same thing every day, right?, and held my breath for as long as i could. But by the end of my trip around town for meters, and just when i was starting to see reasonable due times, i accidentally picked a fight with two departments. Their situation dragged customer service into the fray. Which is bad, because Sean-0 works in CS now, and when Sean-0 gets pissed at you it's a bad sign. He's a good guy, so it's kinda like seeing Tom Hanks or Mr. Rogers flip you off. It's unsettling, and utterly surprising.

And just to cap-the-stone i'm standing at the door to my department, loading another spool of paper, when i overhear a conversation:
"What do you need?"
"Another color department."
"ha ha ha...good luck with that."

My gut just kinda tightened up, and my shoulders drooped. Had i messed up that bad?

I see a lot of fear here, nowadays. We're a business based on the worst part of our already failing economy. And that's a good reason to be scared, i guess. Some good people have been fired from this place just cause we didn't have the money to afford them. And you mess with people's money, they get scared.

But yesterday i spent a lot of time talking with a friend about the choices we make, and that perfectly useful but highly-overlooked truth about one's attitude and the adjustments it will make to the world around you. So i'm going to just try and cancel this out, and i'm going to try and do it with an easy soundtrack and a decent flavor.

( All that good things i want to tell you. )

( Just Start Smoking! )

i go to buy a bag of Runts from the vending machine upstairs. Are they Runts? No. They're Chewy Runts.

disgusting.

( Schedule of events, beginning at the beginning. )

Okay. ( Now i rant. )

UPS = F-