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  • I didn't want to go to work today. This is one of those days where I really would have preferred to call in sick and take a "mental health" day. I'm worn out. My usual early morning pep and vigor have decided to take a mental health day of their own, and they've left me here to deal with my weariness and a vague sense of nausea all on my own. Bastards.

    Duty calls. I have 'sponsabilties' that need my presence, and I have to go. It's my last week in the office for the next 5 weeks, and I have an intern I need to get started on something that will sustain him until I get back. I have people looking to me for leadership. I need to step up. I can do this. I don't even have to like it. In 3 days, I'll be out of there for 5 weeks. I can make it through the week. Take it an hour at a time.

    Here's a thought - there may be a great story there that's just waiting to reveal itself to me today. The only way I'm going to discover it is by being there, and being aware. Be ready for it. Keep an open mind. Have the mental notebook on the ready to jot the particulars down as they unfold. I think I'll run with that thought.

    I am here. A witness to life. To my life. I have a story to tell. Do you have one to reveal. Let's do this thing.
    ….Later that day….
    Damn – got my story. How’s the saying go – “be careful what you ask for?” I got through the morning in good shape, with a 2 hour meeting coming up in the afternoon, wanted to make sure I got some lunch. I had some left-over chili in my mini-fridge, so I filled up a bowl of chili, nuked it in the microwave that sits in the overhead cabinet behind Sonya’s desk. Pulled it out – still needed another minute or so – as I’m lifting the bowl back up to place in the microwave, my hands slips, the bowl goes flying, and to my horror chili flies everywhere – hot chili. Sonya had just answered the phone – it’s the boss. “What’s going on there?” “Oh, nothing – beat just dumped a bowl of chili all over my desk and the cabinets behind me, and the carpet, but other than that…” Fortunately, no chili landed on Sonya. I spend the majority of my lunchtime cleaning up a royal chili mess. Do you know how disgusting chili looks when it is everywhere on a desk, a cabinet, and a carpet?
    I should have listened to my first instinct, and stayed home today. Fortunately, Sonya took it all in stride and good humor, and actually said, “Now, you have another story to tell!” (I had been compelled to tell her my story about my friend Chas exploding a bottle of Ketchup all over a lady dressed to the “9’s” – we both had a good laugh over the spilt chili)
    I’m glad the intern wasn’t here to witness this event!
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