Another week...
Feb. 15th, 2002 11:11 pmAnother week of changing priorities, at work, at home.
At my job, priorities change with the political winds, some processes are political and run on one politicians self-interests, others processes run on fear, the fear of a middle manager losing 'favor' and possibly their job. They are all at will employees.
At home, I change with demands of friends, an old room mate is wanting attention right now, as he has no friends, he was one to turn to, he burned all his bridges. Never be one to burn bridges, you may have to return by that path someday. I wish him well, and I will help him move his car from the hospital parking lot. He has a long battle ahead, but it's his battle. My mom is entering another battle with cancer, at least that is what she has told me in a round about way, I have to talk to her more to find out what is really going on, its hard as your parents grow older. My sister is going through something too, but that is less serious, but I think it may prompt her retirement.
Life is a slow dance, you dance past obstacles, you dance in happiness, you dance in mourning. I don't want to this to be the last dance for anyone.
At my job, priorities change with the political winds, some processes are political and run on one politicians self-interests, others processes run on fear, the fear of a middle manager losing 'favor' and possibly their job. They are all at will employees.
At home, I change with demands of friends, an old room mate is wanting attention right now, as he has no friends, he was one to turn to, he burned all his bridges. Never be one to burn bridges, you may have to return by that path someday. I wish him well, and I will help him move his car from the hospital parking lot. He has a long battle ahead, but it's his battle. My mom is entering another battle with cancer, at least that is what she has told me in a round about way, I have to talk to her more to find out what is really going on, its hard as your parents grow older. My sister is going through something too, but that is less serious, but I think it may prompt her retirement.
Life is a slow dance, you dance past obstacles, you dance in happiness, you dance in mourning. I don't want to this to be the last dance for anyone.