arsey :: da ‘brook :: august 13, 2008
Arsey is the kind of dog my dad liked. Stupid. Lazy. Cute. The only thing she demands is love. 24/7/365. She can never get enough. NEVER. Actually, my dad did like her. A lot. And the feeling was pretty mutual. They were buddies for the brief time they knew each other.
I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot recently. I’ve had a few BFOs recently about my future - what I want, where I’m going, how I’m going to get there - and I think in terms of what would make my dad proud. Forget Jesus - WWMMDP is the question on all the cool kids’ lips.
It’s taken me a ridiculously long time to figure out what I want. Doing that horizons of focus bit a few weeks ago helped, but recent events at work are helping more. I know I can get what I want out of a workplace - I just need to take my time and make sure that what is shown to me is truly in line with what I want. It’s not easy. I’m so willing to jump at the first chance that it’s hard to take that step back and say “this is not what I want.” I’ve had some weird experiences lately. Twice I’ve been passed over at the last minute because the job description changed. I was jerked around by this guy who had no intention of hiring me due to my commute. I almost made one of the largest mistakes of my life when I seriously considered working in Worcester for the Baby Sharks.
Patience has never been my strong suit. And it’s never been Arsey’s either.
I think we both need a cookie and some lovin’.