First day back at work after three days off: I asked Mom to google the going rate for an hour and a half of therapy she gave me during the drive home tonight.
A task I was given at work has been surrendered - as a creative person I had been asked to come up with, and direct, ideas for a bulletin board which changes quarterly (at least). I did. Today I was told by someone NOT involved what the new direction was. First thing in the morning. Before I punched in. And not in any way diplomatically.
Dear lord. It's all yours... and thank you for the reprieve. Asking people at a call center to do more than color a line drawing is apparently TOO creative. My idea was a mash-up - those who wanted to color a line drawing could have still managed by cutting and taping a couple of them together.
I told Mom I should be happy the Universe took this off my plate. I had wanted a task that would expand my skills, not shove the existing ones into a tiny shoebox. You want to "color?" Have at it. I personally could never stand staying within the lines.
I then took a call from a woman in the Midwest somewhere about how her precious angel couldn't get on her favorite ride and, "what are you going to do for her?" There was a medical emergency on the attraction in question. It's very serious. It may have an outcome none of us would wish for any family.
Today, I am disgusted by humanity. AGAIN. But my mother's amusement at the telling, and compassion for my ability to get up and do this day after day without driving into a bridge abutment is sustaining.
What would we do without mothers?
And it's a damn good thing I do not know what the day will bring while driving to work. Bridge abutments hold no appeal on the way home. Thank G*d.