2001-12-11

it happens

It's nice to be reminded now and again that you're likeable.

Things are incredibly stressful at work. We're in a particularly bad position, being a non-profit arts organization which relies in large part on the donations of Your Average Joe. Well, Joe has given his $50 this year to the Red Cross, or any number of 9/11 funds that have -- rightfully -- sprung up. It's hard, right now, to ask the bulk of our donor base -- lots of people on very fixed incomes -- to repeat or even increase their donation to us.

Everyone's on pins and needles.

So people lash out, and some people in our department actually keep jokeshop-purchased voodoo dolls to partially alleviate the stress, and some days it's very hard to remember that You Are Not Your Job.

So I cling to the Good Stuff. Karaoke with la Femme Cube and Binx. Having a very drunk, very Irish housepainter give me a big sloppy kiss on the ear after singing several Tom Jones covers. The houseboy. Remembering that one of my best friends is going to get married. Remembering that some friends would dearly love to only be dealing with the stupid, trite complaints that I currently blow out of proportion.

Shit happens, chickens. It's all good.

lisamcc at 7:25 p.m.

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