Swimming With Sharks…

That’s how I feel sometimes – often lately – like swimming with sharks we are all so competitive and ladder climbing when it comes to life, work and our jobs. It’s a dog eat dog world out there that I haven’t really taken a part of in years other than my last job working third shift..  Luckily, I don’t get paid so that takes much of the pressure off me. It also makes me much less threatening to my coworkers by volunteering. I seldom, if at all, get shunned which I see from time to time at work. It reminds me of classic schoolyard politics with a little bit of playground bullying thrown in.

I Can Read You Like a Book…

“What’s wrong with you dad?” I asked my father as we sat on my couch last night talking. “You just seem so worried and preoccupied.”   

“Is it that obvious?” dad asked me back.  “You and your mother seem to have a second sense when it comes to feelings and emotion. She asked me the same thing before I drove over here.  She thought I was mad at her.”

“It comes from a lifetime of tiptoeing around other people’s feelings and emotions and then personalizing or making them your own.” I told my father,  “It’s a rather miserable intuition and condition. One that I don't wish upon anybody.”

Fraught with Felines…

The local indigenous population of homeless cats is driving Maggie crazy this morning. If a cat walks through our yard then the crap hits the fan.  She has barked for hours and hours making me walk outside to see if my car is still there (my biggest fear).  I know my neighbors hate me now.  Maybe I can go coax Maggie inside with some ham and cheese.  That usually works like charm.