Ready, Aim, Fire…
Other than a stark and painful reminder that I have become a social pariah in some circles, my week has been rather uneventful.
The temps have been severe – in the 90s and 100s and humid – so we have mostly camped out inside all week.
I have agreed to draft a proposal at work, on behalf of myself and my professional peers ,requesting we be considered for inclusion in a program, currently available to others in our agency but, to date, denied to those in my position, for reasons we cannot fathom. Not only do I think we won’t get approved, we may actually be professionally “slapped’ for even asking.
I don’t know why I keep making myself a target for others’ animosity and anger, personally and professionally…I guess I’m a glutton for punishment. I think, by the time I retire, I will have been beaten into submission and will be a total introverted, anti-social recluse. Certainly, I’ll have ostracized enough people to make that a reality, intended or otherwise.
On the plus side, It’s Friday. I’ll try to get through the weekend without adding a new target on my back.
No promises.
Your back is not the place I am targeting,
although you are getting warm….
Your first sentence is very provocative, giving rise to a desire for elaboration. But it’s up to you whether you want to fill in the blanks (unless I myself have missed something).
Sounds like you need a peaceful week-end to get yourself grounded again after a trying week. I do hope your proposal at work doesn’t turn out as you fear it could. Let’s hope you get a pleasant surprise worthy of a little celebration – and make you feel so good you take the plunge and acquire doggie #2. (I can hardly wait for it myself – but then it’s not me that has to do the rounds with a poop-scoop!)