The Good Old Days

I don't get as many terrible interactions at work like I once did. I was reminiscing about this one. Ha!

And...

I have been a grouch-bot this week and I think it's time to think of things that don't suck. I just heard one of the best giggles from one of the best people (who also happened to punch me in the head once). And I finally got a chance to play with the Lunch Hour Yahtzee Working Group. I didn't win, but I did get a Yahtzee. And I get to go to an engagement party tonight. And I get to buy a dress and be the best lady at their wedding this summer. And I have an assignment due tomorrow. And I'm sitting at work neither working nor writing my paper. And I'm wearing more pink than should be legal.

Argh

Over the Christmas holidays, everybody's favorite client passed away beautifully in his sleep in the company of family. I will miss him, but it was so comforting to know that it wasn't a violent death and he wasn't by himself. What impacted me most was how I am so privileged to be able to grieve in the privacy of my home. I was impacted by this guy's life, but he wasn't my friend. He wasn't my cousin or my brother. I was sad to lose him, but even sadder that life is terribly unfair. People don't have a safe place to brush their teeth, to be intimate with a partner, or to mourn for a good friend. I cried more with this realization that I did for the loss of a beautiful life. I am embarrassed that it took until now to form these thoughts. What.the.hell.?