Maybe they just can't, and I wouldn't wish the way I feel on anyone, even for a day.
(Actually, I think I would wish it on some people, and for longer than a day. Just for a week, shall we say, where they don't know what's going to happen and whether they'll ever get any better.)
And yes, that is mean and nasty and not at all nice.
Too bad; so sad.
I was trying to explain to co-worker (some of you may remember my former colleague Fluffy Rabbit - the plus side with her was that she didn't think she was sharpest knife in the Knive-R-Us megastore - I miss her) .
The new one is triathlon whole foods fitness freak and expert on, according to her, everything ever. Politics, hairstyles, actors, modelling, clothes, shoes, the Internet.
Went out with a farmer for a week and you'd swear she had lived through the drought preceding the Great Depression.
Not that she knows anything about that. Instead it is "Oh the horror of having to make sandwiches for the workers. How she has suffered. That putting ham in between two pieces of bread...
Any hoo. I declined attendance at the Office not-so-very-merry Xmas party.
They all hate each other, thanks to Fairfax's master class in how to sack people while causing the maximum amount of anxiety and distrust.
Told I was a piker, slack, lazy etc. I said the strain of the last few months has caused an MS flare. Please look at living with ms on YouTube, say I.
The one where the fellow struggles to get dressed.
That is me.
Oh no that's too depressing to watch.
Try living it.
(Actually, I think I would wish it on some people, and for longer than a day. Just for a week, shall we say, where they don't know what's going to happen and whether they'll ever get any better.)
And yes, that is mean and nasty and not at all nice.
Too bad; so sad.
I was trying to explain to co-worker (some of you may remember my former colleague Fluffy Rabbit - the plus side with her was that she didn't think she was sharpest knife in the Knive-R-Us megastore - I miss her) .
The new one is triathlon whole foods fitness freak and expert on, according to her, everything ever. Politics, hairstyles, actors, modelling, clothes, shoes, the Internet.
Went out with a farmer for a week and you'd swear she had lived through the drought preceding the Great Depression.
Not that she knows anything about that. Instead it is "Oh the horror of having to make sandwiches for the workers. How she has suffered. That putting ham in between two pieces of bread...
Any hoo. I declined attendance at the Office not-so-very-merry Xmas party.
They all hate each other, thanks to Fairfax's master class in how to sack people while causing the maximum amount of anxiety and distrust.
Told I was a piker, slack, lazy etc. I said the strain of the last few months has caused an MS flare. Please look at living with ms on YouTube, say I.
The one where the fellow struggles to get dressed.
That is me.
Oh no that's too depressing to watch.
Try living it.
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