A not so good, very bad day.

I'm really amazed at how many people work other places besides where I work.  It's not that I don't logically know that people (lots and lots of people, billions in fact) work other places, it's just that I have worked there so long, that I forget there is any other place which actually pays money for work.  I have loved this job like it's my family.  Granted, it's been a slightly dysfunctional family over the years, but a loveable one nonetheless.

My beloved job, like every other part of life, has inevibility changed.  You may have guessed this about me, but I'm not a huge fan of change.  I think I'm adverse to change because of a frequently  changing landscape in my childhood.  I came from a very loving family, but at times, a very poor one, and we moved a little too frequently when I was young, and this took a toll on my psyche.  Later, as the rest of America advanced to a less poor, albiet never overly wealthy way of life, so did our family, and it was more stable.  I craved stability and this craving followed me into adulthood.

I seek to make my world as solid as possible, but I've also lived long enough to realize that no amount of planning on my part can insulate me from the throes of an unpredictable Universe.  I am generally an optimistic person, in spite of being subject to mild depression on occasion, which is likely caused by those shifty bastards otherwise known as female hormones.  Being genetically high on the end of optimism, I can usually hold onto hope even when I'm lamenting the negative.

Most of the changes, which have occurred in my life, and which seemed negative in the moment, always turned into positives.  I don't know what's going to bring this work "free fall" face to face with the crumbling edge, but I feel it coming, and I'm hoping God has cast out another safety net to cushion the fall.

The belated good news is that there was a clean spoon and bowl available for my milk and cereal dinner.  Two snaps and a circle for me -- who remembered to load the dishwasher on my lunch hour.

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