An old post grappling with an old phrase: applying ‘true colours’ to our whole selves.
It happened again.
Came to work only to have to same group of folks already clogging our little office space, needing coffee, needing the bathroom, needing a place to sit, needing the thrift store opened early, needing VIP access to some stuff from the food bank… needing, needing, needing.
Sometimes I can be a real ass.
Thank heavens for patient co-workers who pick up the slack when I really drop the ball. I didn’t want these same people hovering over us AGAIN, hanging around all day AGAIN… don’t these people have better places to be than here???? (some do, some don’t) Call it a personal space issue, a boundary issue, an up-too-late-writing-this-monster-thesis issue, call it whatever…
… colours started to show.
Hmmm… that got me to thinking (again).
Why is that when someone begins to act negatively, we dump…
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