Little Things...
I love Tia. I love her so very much.
The past 24 hours have been rough. Sucked, even.
Work has been going poorly recently. There's some changes in management on the way, and so certain members of the staff are (unnecessarily, in my humble and quite irritated opinion) petrified of loosing their jobs. Yes, we have to re-apply for the jobs we already have, after being fired from the same jobs. Which, honestly, is nothing to worry about, because we've all earned our jobs, and should be able to re-apply quite easily. But the bellyaching is A) driving me nuts, and B) making me worry about my own job security. Because if they can not re-hire one of the tried and true management staff, what does chance do I, Grunty McSalary, have? Not that it's really a concern...
Then, there was a regretable incident that I don't want to revisit extensively...in summary, I fucked up, went to fix it, did it improperly and was taken to heel in a way that was unflattering, pride-shattering and unnecessary. It was so intense that I nearly didn't come in to work today...but it's over now, and I'm trying to get myself over it.
Then I slept. That was a good part.
Then, upon my awakening early to help at the Alford Pancake Breakfast, I discovered that I was not needed. This continued to vex me, because not only did I drag myself out of bed after the second night of Columbus Day Weekend Hell, but I did it for nothing. That, and I was a little saddened by not being able to help. Because I really wanted to.
And then, to top it off, I discovered that my present is nothing like my past. Where once the people I knew were only getting drunk or high, but now their getting married, and birthing children, and being adults. And even worse, I'm wondering if I'm stuck in the past, as the people I thought I once knew aren't quite as I remember...
But then, memories are always bright and clear, sometimes moreso than the actual past. Odd thing about those memories.
So, with all these little tweaks, driving me nuts, I expected tonight to suck (and you probably expected this post to be all bad, didn't you?). But it didn't. Because of my beautiful Little One.
When I regailed her with my misadventures (mostly by typing, so that no one else knew what I was saying), she smiled and told me that she'd make my next 24 hours all better. She then smiled at me, and gave me a kiss, and I played with her neck a bit.
And I felt so much better. Healed and functional, where I was ready to kill someone otherwise. Just because she smiled. It was such a nice transformation...just because she kissed me.
Ain't Love Grand?
The past 24 hours have been rough. Sucked, even.
Work has been going poorly recently. There's some changes in management on the way, and so certain members of the staff are (unnecessarily, in my humble and quite irritated opinion) petrified of loosing their jobs. Yes, we have to re-apply for the jobs we already have, after being fired from the same jobs. Which, honestly, is nothing to worry about, because we've all earned our jobs, and should be able to re-apply quite easily. But the bellyaching is A) driving me nuts, and B) making me worry about my own job security. Because if they can not re-hire one of the tried and true management staff, what does chance do I, Grunty McSalary, have? Not that it's really a concern...
Then, there was a regretable incident that I don't want to revisit extensively...in summary, I fucked up, went to fix it, did it improperly and was taken to heel in a way that was unflattering, pride-shattering and unnecessary. It was so intense that I nearly didn't come in to work today...but it's over now, and I'm trying to get myself over it.
Then I slept. That was a good part.
Then, upon my awakening early to help at the Alford Pancake Breakfast, I discovered that I was not needed. This continued to vex me, because not only did I drag myself out of bed after the second night of Columbus Day Weekend Hell, but I did it for nothing. That, and I was a little saddened by not being able to help. Because I really wanted to.
And then, to top it off, I discovered that my present is nothing like my past. Where once the people I knew were only getting drunk or high, but now their getting married, and birthing children, and being adults. And even worse, I'm wondering if I'm stuck in the past, as the people I thought I once knew aren't quite as I remember...
But then, memories are always bright and clear, sometimes moreso than the actual past. Odd thing about those memories.
So, with all these little tweaks, driving me nuts, I expected tonight to suck (and you probably expected this post to be all bad, didn't you?). But it didn't. Because of my beautiful Little One.
When I regailed her with my misadventures (mostly by typing, so that no one else knew what I was saying), she smiled and told me that she'd make my next 24 hours all better. She then smiled at me, and gave me a kiss, and I played with her neck a bit.
And I felt so much better. Healed and functional, where I was ready to kill someone otherwise. Just because she smiled. It was such a nice transformation...just because she kissed me.
Ain't Love Grand?