I had this moment yesterday at work when a lot of pukeable things all hit at once and it took every ounce of strength I had not to tell them to go forth and multiply aka fuck off. Anyway, I sucked it up as best I could and I started, once more, to plot an escape plan out of that job. Why? Because I’m worth way more than dealing with idiots. Unfortunately there are beaucoup idiots in business.
Anyway I was down, but not out, and contemplating my next move when a friend called. Just when you think that there’s not a soul on the planet that understands how you think, a simple phone call can make a huge difference in the direction you take and it can put the wind back into your sails. Thank you friend.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Phone a friend...
Posted by Unknown at 7:18 am
Labels: Amarinda Jones, Anny Cook, Berengaria Brown, Friends, life, Sandra Cox
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2 comments:
I'm glad you have someone close. I know you've talked me down more than once. Thank you.
I'm glad you got that call.
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