I wish I were a “normal” person, with “normal” experiences. Sometimes I think I should just keep my big mouth shut. Other people can chat about normal experiences, and should I join in the conversation, I always have some kind of outlandish story to tell. Unfortunately, the stories are true.
I work with a young woman who finds me endlessly fascinating. I think in an animal at the zoo kind of way. She has told me repeatedly that I should write a memoir. She is young enough to not know that memoirs like mine are a dime a dozen. She has suggested I publish a coffee table book – just with my photos, no captions or explanations. She marvels at the fact that I would take a picture of a bus driver’s reflection in the rear view mirror. I HAD to take a photo of that scene. While everyone else’s nose was buried in the newspaper or their iPads.
He was scary. He got out and yelled at people at bus stops and drove through several trees – you know, the branches, not the trunk. He clearly did not want me to take his picture. But WHO takes pictures of bus drivers?
Yesterday by this time, I was crying and in an anxiety fit. My boss had sent out an(other) e-mail ruining my credibility. And ruining a relationship I had spent months developing. I confronted her about it, and she admitted she was wrong. But the damage is done.
I can’t believe I am 61 years old, training a 33 year old girl to be a manager. While she makes tons of money and I don’t. She will “go places” while I don’t.
This is not where I should be this morning.
Mary in Africa commented on a reading in the Daily Office.
As far as teaching is concerned, the love of God comes first; but as far as doing is concerned, the love of our neighbour comes first. …. You, on the other hand, do not yet see God, but loving your neighbour will bring you that sight. — St. Augustine
I would like to quote the whole thing, but I do not have time this morning. But clearly, this is what I need to ask God to help me with. Loving my neighbor. I think that includes my boss 🙂