You Never Know
It's always been a challenge for me to think of my teachers/therapists/doctors (etc.) as real people with lives of their own beyond their jobs at work. I know logically that their job is just one facet of them, but I find myself sometimes wondering what their home lives are like, what their families are like, what they like/dislike. No, I'm not a stalker!!!
A request for me to do up an an invoice for burial services came across my desk today. It turns out the woman who passed away was one of my elementary school teachers. Major FLASHBACK!!! She wasn't a nice woman. She was probably the most disliked woman in the school. Anyways, she passed away without a will and no family so that's why I had to invoice the bank for the burial costs on her behalf.
I was struck with sadness. This poor woman probably had a horrible time at work (we kids hated her) and at home (being alone). You never know what someone is going through and how much pain a person may be in. She probably was so grumpy all the time because she hated her life. I don't know what the point of this post is… just rambling I guess… I'm going to try my hardest, so very very hard, not to judge other people who may rub me the wrong way or come across as bitchy because you never know what they might be facing in their own lives.
Something that drives me crazy is the fact that I am "high functioning". Despite everything crashing around me I somehow manage to keep my job and just function at a baseline level. This fools me into believing that what I'm doing is OK when clearly it's not. It works against me. I wish sometimes that I were a weaker person.
A request for me to do up an an invoice for burial services came across my desk today. It turns out the woman who passed away was one of my elementary school teachers. Major FLASHBACK!!! She wasn't a nice woman. She was probably the most disliked woman in the school. Anyways, she passed away without a will and no family so that's why I had to invoice the bank for the burial costs on her behalf.
I was struck with sadness. This poor woman probably had a horrible time at work (we kids hated her) and at home (being alone). You never know what someone is going through and how much pain a person may be in. She probably was so grumpy all the time because she hated her life. I don't know what the point of this post is… just rambling I guess… I'm going to try my hardest, so very very hard, not to judge other people who may rub me the wrong way or come across as bitchy because you never know what they might be facing in their own lives.
Something that drives me crazy is the fact that I am "high functioning". Despite everything crashing around me I somehow manage to keep my job and just function at a baseline level. This fools me into believing that what I'm doing is OK when clearly it's not. It works against me. I wish sometimes that I were a weaker person.