... is when there is no problem.
Another fine day at work. Busy and stressy in it's busy-ness. And I was making a point to S that I had been really busy Friday on my own with lots hanging over today to do. People wanting, wanting, wanting.
A client wants marriage counselling which I don't do. He is so demanding an wanting it all sorted out this minute because he is desperate. But there is too much to do. I could refer him/them to PD. He doesn't do marriage counselling and the clients wife trusted in me apparently. Well let's see. I have arranged a time when he can call me tomorrow.
The great day came when F returned to be HD. S apparently made a few comments to watch out for with our new boss-lady. I hope tomorrow to find the courage to mention my distaste with the behaviour in the office. It's so difficult though as it seems lie telling tales when she is not present but when she is present it becomes a slaughter house. I am not sure how best to handle this situation. God please guide me. When in doubt I guess it's best not to say anything.
AB is really irritating me at the moment. It is impossible to know the truth but it is possible to know it's not the truth that she speaks. And it's not something I am tolerating right at the moment. I wonder why I am feeling so intolerant with her. I think it's mutual too.
JS and I arranged to meet this evening and then when I called she wasn't available. I have an email confirming today. Anyway she was out with her son and that's good. So instead we are meeting tomorrow. AB did have a look on her face when I asked her if it would be OK ....... She would never say no to me directly I guess, instead moan about me behind my back. I know she does this because she moans about other people behind their back to me. I am trying not to do this ever these days. And that's why it doesn't sit comfortably to say anything without L being there tomorrow in supervision.
It just feels wrong.
Anyway this weekend I have had a pleasant weekend really. I didn't get on with my accreditation document. I keep procrastinating and wonder why? But this has left me with a feeling of "what's wrong with me? Am I detached?"
I realised that I don't have too many emotions connected with my dad's wife being ill because I barely know her and what I do know was of her being a bit crazy. I do have resentment that really is misplaced. I need to pray to God to have this removed and I do pray for her to make a full recovery. As my Auntie commented, I could end up looking after my dad after all. Goodness knows how he would deal with the situation if T should die. I am worried about him. The impact of all of this stress is not good for him. I hear his fear through his anger. It no doubt plays on his own sense of mortality. I feel afraid that he will die when there is still so much scope for improving our relationship from my point of view. I don't expect him to change but I am attempting to change.
Scared for selfish reasons? Not entirely I am scared for him being scared. I pray to God that he might find solace in some kind of belief other than himself.
It was good anyway to let myself of the hook of not feeling and even having fleeting thoughts of good. I don;t the person at all. Similarly it was a long, long time since I had spent any time with L, my cousin and equally my Uncle B. So with their passing is a sort of numbness yet feeling sad for the people who are left and their loss. I pray that each of them is with God now and all knowing. Peace at last.
So my story .....
Wow! The realisation that being the eldest of us three, the adopted baby they are talking about must be me. They just won't name names, be specific.
And they stole the baby back? It just seems crazy talk.
Or perhaps they're not telling the whole story and there's another baby that was adopted and stolen back. But what could possibly have happened to them now?
Is this a better first paragraph? And what happens next? I think I'd have to start describing this person narrating.
He's a boy, 16 years old, soon to be 17 on 31st March 1997. That makes him Aries, a born leader and one who takes the initiative in everything he does. Well he's certainly taking the initiative to uncover this partial story that seems to have leaked out.
Born in 1997 his Chinese zodiac sign is the Ox and admirer of power and possession and also stubborn, which is constant issue within the family and causes many arguments with his "Dragon" (Chinese zodiac rather than personality, although he'd say she was a dragon) mother.
He is very close with his "rat" of a father as he often says affectionately.
He's been interested in star signs since a peculiarly young age. He believes that everything in the Universe is connected and therefore everything influences everyone and everyone influences everything. His mother just calls him silly. His father wonders where he gets this from and at such a young age. He often sits and stares at Henry. Why did they ever call him Henry? It didn't seem befitting for one so wise? Or was it psychosis in which case Henry seemed perfect? It was better than Gill anyway. Why did people give girls names to boys. Didn't they think about the bullying at schools?
Right from a little boy he'd been "special", blonde curly hair procured him a special place with every passer-by as real cutey.
So how am I doing? Feedback please she pleaded into the empty room.....
I'm tired now so I'm off to bed. Mighty night
Bliss
XX
Another fine day at work. Busy and stressy in it's busy-ness. And I was making a point to S that I had been really busy Friday on my own with lots hanging over today to do. People wanting, wanting, wanting.
A client wants marriage counselling which I don't do. He is so demanding an wanting it all sorted out this minute because he is desperate. But there is too much to do. I could refer him/them to PD. He doesn't do marriage counselling and the clients wife trusted in me apparently. Well let's see. I have arranged a time when he can call me tomorrow.
The great day came when F returned to be HD. S apparently made a few comments to watch out for with our new boss-lady. I hope tomorrow to find the courage to mention my distaste with the behaviour in the office. It's so difficult though as it seems lie telling tales when she is not present but when she is present it becomes a slaughter house. I am not sure how best to handle this situation. God please guide me. When in doubt I guess it's best not to say anything.
AB is really irritating me at the moment. It is impossible to know the truth but it is possible to know it's not the truth that she speaks. And it's not something I am tolerating right at the moment. I wonder why I am feeling so intolerant with her. I think it's mutual too.
JS and I arranged to meet this evening and then when I called she wasn't available. I have an email confirming today. Anyway she was out with her son and that's good. So instead we are meeting tomorrow. AB did have a look on her face when I asked her if it would be OK ....... She would never say no to me directly I guess, instead moan about me behind my back. I know she does this because she moans about other people behind their back to me. I am trying not to do this ever these days. And that's why it doesn't sit comfortably to say anything without L being there tomorrow in supervision.
It just feels wrong.
Anyway this weekend I have had a pleasant weekend really. I didn't get on with my accreditation document. I keep procrastinating and wonder why? But this has left me with a feeling of "what's wrong with me? Am I detached?"
I realised that I don't have too many emotions connected with my dad's wife being ill because I barely know her and what I do know was of her being a bit crazy. I do have resentment that really is misplaced. I need to pray to God to have this removed and I do pray for her to make a full recovery. As my Auntie commented, I could end up looking after my dad after all. Goodness knows how he would deal with the situation if T should die. I am worried about him. The impact of all of this stress is not good for him. I hear his fear through his anger. It no doubt plays on his own sense of mortality. I feel afraid that he will die when there is still so much scope for improving our relationship from my point of view. I don't expect him to change but I am attempting to change.
Scared for selfish reasons? Not entirely I am scared for him being scared. I pray to God that he might find solace in some kind of belief other than himself.
It was good anyway to let myself of the hook of not feeling and even having fleeting thoughts of good. I don;t the person at all. Similarly it was a long, long time since I had spent any time with L, my cousin and equally my Uncle B. So with their passing is a sort of numbness yet feeling sad for the people who are left and their loss. I pray that each of them is with God now and all knowing. Peace at last.
So my story .....
Wow! The realisation that being the eldest of us three, the adopted baby they are talking about must be me. They just won't name names, be specific.
And they stole the baby back? It just seems crazy talk.
Or perhaps they're not telling the whole story and there's another baby that was adopted and stolen back. But what could possibly have happened to them now?
Is this a better first paragraph? And what happens next? I think I'd have to start describing this person narrating.
He's a boy, 16 years old, soon to be 17 on 31st March 1997. That makes him Aries, a born leader and one who takes the initiative in everything he does. Well he's certainly taking the initiative to uncover this partial story that seems to have leaked out.
Born in 1997 his Chinese zodiac sign is the Ox and admirer of power and possession and also stubborn, which is constant issue within the family and causes many arguments with his "Dragon" (Chinese zodiac rather than personality, although he'd say she was a dragon) mother.
He is very close with his "rat" of a father as he often says affectionately.
He's been interested in star signs since a peculiarly young age. He believes that everything in the Universe is connected and therefore everything influences everyone and everyone influences everything. His mother just calls him silly. His father wonders where he gets this from and at such a young age. He often sits and stares at Henry. Why did they ever call him Henry? It didn't seem befitting for one so wise? Or was it psychosis in which case Henry seemed perfect? It was better than Gill anyway. Why did people give girls names to boys. Didn't they think about the bullying at schools?
Right from a little boy he'd been "special", blonde curly hair procured him a special place with every passer-by as real cutey.
So how am I doing? Feedback please she pleaded into the empty room.....
I'm tired now so I'm off to bed. Mighty night
Bliss
XX
