I am so happy that I am not a negative person that has to: take the smallest imagined insult and multiply it by 50 (out of sheer boredom ?); spend my life imagining ways people have wronged me and convincing others of my superiority to them; stand uselessly in co-workers office doors gossiping about one liner "affronts" which could only be construed as such by someone with an inordinate amount of time on their hands with which to create strife and drama; analyze every minutiae of the day ascribing hidden meaning and negativity to every look, comment, and action by those around me.
Don't worry, be happy. I love my work, but being around people does make it trying.
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"If work was fun, the rich people would keep it for themselves."
Amen to that!
Although, I am a standup comedienne and getting on stage may technically be considered "work," I do love it. Rich people haven't taken that away from me, yet! Ha ha! Nice coming across your blog!
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