I think I'm driving my co-workers mad and I think also I should regret it but I honestly don't. My scooter accident and near death moment have done me a power of good. I see life in bright colors, I know what I want and I have no time for moaning. I appreciate the colorful asinine quality of a vehicle disguised as a reef:
I was awake enough to spot the young photographer of the week picture and I snapped it quickly before she bounded to her feet and skipped away. I hope she gets an Instagram account if she lives the rest of her life with eyes wide open. I, the adult, get frustrated and annoyed like I ever did but I hear the inner voice much sooner reminding me of the good and the worthwhile that surrounds the negative moment.
It's so easy to let stuff at work make you angry or moody but I just stopped listening. Unless it affects me directly I pretty much ignore it and inflict my cheery good mood on you. Sorry about that but this page has become my outlet to ignore the negative nellies. I heard from my colleagues about the massive number of hours of overtime they were working and they moaned piteously. So naturally as soon as I got back I offered to help cover shifts - by taking four hours strategically I could give them more nights off. The mechanics of it are tedious to explain but by working certain hours I could give everyone breaks and allow one person a night off overtime. Did they take me up on it? Hell no! Now when they moan about the overtime I turn to my Instagram and look at pretty pictures from around the world.
We live where everyone wants to visit except a few select curmudgeons and you know who you are. Yes I know Key West was much more livable and fun thirty of forty years ago but so was everywhere. We lucky few in dispatch earn a living wage in a complicated town and I wish the youngsters I work with could figure that out for themselves. These tourists did a good job of dropping all pretense of being Up North and let their inner Caribbean out:
And we all have to love pirates don't we? Hell yes!
On the subject of being saccharine happy I can't leave Rusty out. We have reconnected like before, even better my wife says. He sleeps with me when I take naps and fawns all over me mercilessly when I get home from work. My wife says he used to do that to her when I was in the hospital.
The scene of the moaning, we work in air conditioned comfort seated in expensive 24 hour chairs with all manner of electronic equipment to help us pin point problems, and aren't we the lucky ones?
I guess even I needed a wake up call to remind me of that and I don't wish it on anyone.
Happy New Year and don't be a grouch.
8 comments:
You made me smile. Happy New Year, Michael to you and Layne and Rusty and all your colleagues. I'm really happy to be able to say that to you.
Ditto what Celia said. We all need a wake up call sometimes and it's a good thing when we can answer it. Happy New Year! KWBound
I like that you have used your terrible accident as a learning opportunity, and while physically you may have some limitations, your introspective game has gained. How we process the world is really the only thing we can ever control. Happy New Year Conchscooter, and may you ride like the wind once again this year!
Ditto Celia! Happy New Year.
Thanks for lifting the rest of us up also !! Your positive attitude is contagious
Happy New Year to you all. I am so happy you have recovered the way you have and life has returned to the new normal. When people ask me why I am so happy I like to tell them they have a choice, why not choose to be happy. It is more fun to drive people nuts with happiness!
"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance"--Japanese proverb. I adhere to this after being knocked off my feet for a lengthy while--- even if it's a solo spin around the kitchen while your coffee heats in the microwave--because you can---dance.
Jolly good. Now your duty is to hold me to this if you see me starting to slip backwards.
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