I shall qualify this into two categories:
substitute good with "well", in which I get no positive feedback at work. I'm alerted when I err, but not when I'm doing right, good, or well. So, I'm in Office Space where my only motivation is to avoid being told I'm doing it wrong. They blow chunks as sucking up dignity and giving it to someone else. If someone deserves a personal thanks or looking-in-the-eyes, "you're great", do it. The 'atta-boy's are lame.
I wanted to get the funk out of Dodge last night, but spent about 2 hours talking with a woman there who has some hardships in her life. Her primary focus is on the hardships of being a parent. It almost makes me happy to not be one, but there are great pluses to being a parent -- I've not had those, nor the minuses. Anyway, I think she needed an "ear" or two, if for nothing else -- venting. I guess I do good, by just being, alive being there for a time. I got home around 4am tired as anything.
There are not enough hours free to me.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Did I do good?
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2 comments:
wow... where did you find a woman with hardships that she was willing to share?
And borrowing from your ironic wording, given it's performance since you drove it cross-country, maybe you should get the funk out of Dodge Intrepid.
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