My son was sad and angry, and he wouldn't say why. But I find that, like his father, he'll talk in the car. He opened up, and this was how his day went:
"My pencil point broke." (long pause, deep sigh).
"So I had to sharpen it for like . . . like five minutes."
Yes?
"And then it broke again."
Pause. I was sure he was getting to the real problem:
"Then . . . the eraser fell out. And it just felt like all these bad things would keep happening to me all day."
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You know, I laughed but then, honestly, if that happened to me in a short time I would likely declare myself on break and go sulk over to the vending machine or chit chat with some coworkers. So I guess I'm not much advanced from there. ;)
There are some days like that, where even the littlest thing will bring you down. When inanimate objects rebel, it's so hard!
Tell 'em -- I sympathize.
lola
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