Jul 21, 2005 09:54
I've come to believe one of the things about being a friend is giving the good advice you know won't be listened to. At least then it is said and out in the open, and you do not end up being an enabler to anyone's addiction to pain.
I've also come to believe people don't really change, or if they do, it's a rare event indeed. Most just alter their habits, and think that changes who they are. Ultimately, they fall back into the same patterns, as most people do not understand that is the nature of things... it's all patterns. I'm learning from my own patterns as best I can, to avoid the predicted downfalls as much as possible.
James Doohan died yesterday. Only while reading his death notice did I find out how he lost his finger. It's rather sad that he was more known for talking in a fake Scottish accent than for being a war hero. Not to say I didn't appreciate Mr. Doohan's character acting. I mean, how can you not like Scotty?
They are giving me new responsibilities at work, teaching me how to set up litigation files for civil suits. I view learning these things as an investment in job security. It does kind of make me wish I had gotten more of a raise, if I'm going to be doing more in-depth work. But hey, I still got one, and a lot of other people didn't, so I'm counting my blessings.
Subway bombers are fucking cowards.
star trek,
angst,
friends,
work