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Yesterday, as I was leaving work, I was incredibly frustrated about my situation there. I felt like I'm failing, and that my situation and the requests being made of me are very critical of me. I was basically despondent.
And as I walked out the front door, a young lady opened it for me, and said, "Hey, about that class you did the other day? The Dreamweaver one? that was great! Really easy to follow. I learned a lot. It was the best presentation so far!" I stammered a thank you and blushed a lot.
And I walked out the door and to my car, treasuring that compliment and what it meant to me about the type of professional I wanted to be, and about who I was.
Sometimes, the Person driving this life does stop it and turn it around... :)
And as I walked out the front door, a young lady opened it for me, and said, "Hey, about that class you did the other day? The Dreamweaver one? that was great! Really easy to follow. I learned a lot. It was the best presentation so far!" I stammered a thank you and blushed a lot.
And I walked out the door and to my car, treasuring that compliment and what it meant to me about the type of professional I wanted to be, and about who I was.
Sometimes, the Person driving this life does stop it and turn it around... :)
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Date: 2005-04-08 11:58 am (UTC)There are situations-- lots of them!-- in which people feel that what they're supposed to do is be critical and fix one. Oh, bliss.
And in the United States, there are very few situations in which people feel that they're supposed to say pleasant things.
It sounds as if you're mired in an office where everyone feels they're supposed to fix you, and perhaps as if it's become a team sport. :(
I decided when I was twelve that any time I happened to think of something nice to say to someone, I'd say it.
Ordination is also a procedure in which people feel that they're supposed to fix me. Oddly, they tend to think I should be Just Like Them. It's not that I'm unwilling to alter-- but I'm 44 and have been fixing myself for about 40 years, and I no longer believe absolutely everything I'm told.
May your days soon contain more validation.