Think drink!
I got it. I got the promotion. I’m in like Flynn, with a nice extra 10k a year in the bucket. I actually had a dream that I was crying as I left my cubicle to my new office, with a large posterboard and coffee mug in hand. There are times when I am sad and wistful about it, and others when I am overjoyed to be moving on to something new and exciting. And of course to have my own office again. And some extra scrilla, son. Go me!
I once had a roommate applicant, some retail queen, who was very into clothes. Only he kept spelling it “cloths”. So it was, “I’m usually pretty clean except I leave lots of cloths around. Yes, I’m a total cloths queen. I work at a store downtown that sells designer cloths for men and woman.” And I kept thinking, How novel to open a store that specializes in designer cloths. For men and women, no less. A place dedicated to these masterful dual agents of washing and wiping down. The possibilities seemed nigh endless.
A friend of mine recently mentioned how since she’s a non-practicing Jew who isn’t strictly religious, and thus not discriminatory, I should be thankful for people like her and wish there were more of her. (This stemmed from some discussion of Prop 8 [yaaaay Prop 8!]). By which she meant, more people who were not discriminatory. And I just thought, No, you don’t get props for being non-discriminatory and doing the right thing. There’s no merit badge or gold star coming your way for behaving like a decent human being. Having perspective and a sense of fairness and equality does not qualify you as a saint or star.
It’s just how you should be.
