Lessons, or, Shooting the Messenger

[kitchen_kink]

- Caffeine re-introduction appears to have the same effect as caffeine withdrawal. I haven't had a cup in three days, and today I had one. Now I've got a headache and I'm irritable, though I have a slightly more focused brain.

- ladytabitha should be brunched with frequently. Every time I have my sorta-monthly what we've come to call Dine-N-Bitch with her, I remember why we're friends. We're extremely different people, but the ability we have to reflect on each other's different, but equally viable, approaches to life provides much-needed perspective on a regular basis. It's just so neat to talk to someone whose brain works so differently from my own, with no defensiveness or misunderstanding. Yay, brains!

- Sometimes, there's nothing to do but wait.

- Outbursts at customer service representatives are both useless and deleterious to efficiency. Today I went to mail something that needed to be taped shut, and learned that the post office - get this - no longer gives out tape over the counter. You have to buy it, and at the post office, it's four bucks. I thought the guy was teasing me at first, then he directed me to the sign. I was so irate that I didn't notice he was reaching for the tape and was about to make an exception for me, and I said, "Oh, give me a break!" He didn't. It was amazing to watch how effectively my impatient attitude caused his hand to move away from the tape and direct me to where I could purchase some. "Next!" I need to recall this lesson and avoid sending bad energy toward people: it multiplies.

- That last lesson, I suddenly realize, has other excellent applications for events which occurred last night, involving pulling away from my support network and stewing in my own misery. This junk should be shared with no one: it should be vented alone and thoroughly so I can open myself to comfort. Huh. The things we learn from postal workers.

Comments

[imlad.livejournal.com]

I find that post offices can be radically different in terms of the mood they convey and the service they provide. Years ago the PO in Newton, where I'd used to live, was dingy, surly and depressing, with dingy, surly and depressing workers. Then they moved it across the street into a new, bright, pleasant building with new, bright and pleasant employees. Maybe you should experiment and see if they would be kinder and more generous there. Just out of sheer and morbid curiosity, you know.