I really appreciate the thought of some of you sending me gifts, especially the Parkas- but, I do have yet have a home base and I won't get anything for months if sent. Thanks for the thought. It is very appreciated.
Memories are what occupies everyone's mind today. We have just been though Thanksgiving and thoughts of our family's and friends ... One old fart put on heavy metal music today, hoping that the coolness of it would fertilize his balding head and remove the paunch of his gut as it rolls over his belt. No, I don't like this fellow...read on. Old times, past times to remember and reflect. But across the street...
The servicemen- these days are the things of memories. "Thank you for serving: is my greeting to them all. There's a definite distinction between them and us contractors. Except with me. How fortunate I am!
Today, I went to lunch with the rest of my office, 5 of us in all. As every Mom knows when kids are in a group, no matter how big or small they must be in an even number because somebody will get left out. Today was my day. Unfortunately it's happened many times this week- wah, wah! Another story, another day. I have spent many meals this week with other friends due to the viciousness of one person. Today I was invited to accompany the work crew and then they sat at a table for four. I could have pulled a chair over and been in the in the way- inconveniencing everyone else. It was like it was planned . You just don't sit 5 at this table. I thought of being mean and doing it anyway, but I was being intentionally left out and it really hurt my feelings. (Visual here)...Most people dress in dull desert colors with the exception of us- medical. We stick out like a sore thumb or a supreme target for the Taliban in our bright ocean deep blue shirts that also come in fire engine red! So, there I am, pushed away, odd kid out and slowly I scan the room for a friend. I can do this. I'm better than them- sniff. I have lots of friends. I walk tentatively towards some Bosnians that do not speak English well but will be most welcoming, guaranteed! A soldier at the same table who I knew not at all was looking at my shame and whispering to his buddy's and as I approached, they stood and asked me to join them for lunch. My eyes teared up. It was great conversation and they knew me from saying hi and my thank yous to them - which they thought was kind. It was me who was very grateful. After lunch, the Bosnian guys were walking with us and people came up to me talking about the snub, and how wrong...blah, blah. It was big gossip that day. and when I was asked about it, I just said, there was no problem. I was just having lunch with my friends!
Memories are what occupies everyone's mind today. We have just been though Thanksgiving and thoughts of our family's and friends ... One old fart put on heavy metal music today, hoping that the coolness of it would fertilize his balding head and remove the paunch of his gut as it rolls over his belt. No, I don't like this fellow...read on. Old times, past times to remember and reflect. But across the street...
The servicemen- these days are the things of memories. "Thank you for serving: is my greeting to them all. There's a definite distinction between them and us contractors. Except with me. How fortunate I am!
Today, I went to lunch with the rest of my office, 5 of us in all. As every Mom knows when kids are in a group, no matter how big or small they must be in an even number because somebody will get left out. Today was my day. Unfortunately it's happened many times this week- wah, wah! Another story, another day. I have spent many meals this week with other friends due to the viciousness of one person. Today I was invited to accompany the work crew and then they sat at a table for four. I could have pulled a chair over and been in the in the way- inconveniencing everyone else. It was like it was planned . You just don't sit 5 at this table. I thought of being mean and doing it anyway, but I was being intentionally left out and it really hurt my feelings. (Visual here)...Most people dress in dull desert colors with the exception of us- medical. We stick out like a sore thumb or a supreme target for the Taliban in our bright ocean deep blue shirts that also come in fire engine red! So, there I am, pushed away, odd kid out and slowly I scan the room for a friend. I can do this. I'm better than them- sniff. I have lots of friends. I walk tentatively towards some Bosnians that do not speak English well but will be most welcoming, guaranteed! A soldier at the same table who I knew not at all was looking at my shame and whispering to his buddy's and as I approached, they stood and asked me to join them for lunch. My eyes teared up. It was great conversation and they knew me from saying hi and my thank yous to them - which they thought was kind. It was me who was very grateful. After lunch, the Bosnian guys were walking with us and people came up to me talking about the snub, and how wrong...blah, blah. It was big gossip that day. and when I was asked about it, I just said, there was no problem. I was just having lunch with my friends!
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