Day 18

The Drama!  The Excitement!  The TEDIUM of Drama! 

There's a woman at work who is not my favorite.  For the past several weeks she's been working at another store and it wasn't until she came back yesterday that I realized why my stress level had fallen so preciptiously.  There had been no drama. Okay so not very much drama.  Okay so a different kind of drama.  But today all hell broke loose.  There were tears and shouting and fingers shaking in faces and loud accusations and quiet sobbing and I'm just there to make coffee and steal ice for Cordy boy.

So I "uh-huh'd" and "awwww'd" and "Ohhh'd" and patted backs and gave hugs and all but shoved them all out the door to enjoy some peace and quiet with my geeky gaming boy coworker who gave me the breadth and depth of the "Cannon' they use to play an RPG game that used to be called Dungeons and Dragons- played with elves and dwarves and mages- but is now called something else and is played with vampires and werewolves and humans-but the vampires don't sparkle.  And all of the intricate rules of the game in a running commentary to which I "un-huh'd" and "awwwww'd" and Ohhhh'd" until our escape at closing time.

I all but collapsed on top of Cordy when I got home, digging deep into his calm, peaceful, joyful centeredness that he is to anchor myself once more in my happy place.  I have a whole new respect for the idea behind The Scarlet Letter.  Some people should just come with warning signs hung around their necks and with pause or mute buttons.

But it became clear to me on a whole new level how artificial it all was and how self generated it all was.  Three of the people involved were obviously into it.  Something within them was taking great satisfaction in the chaos. It was fascinating to watch unfold.  The one woman in particular always has something dire about to happen on the horizon and it wasn't until yesterday that I realized how exhausting I find that to be around.  BUT for the first time, I didn't go there with her.  I kept my objective viewpoint and watched as she danced at the end of her own strings, strings that she was fully in control of but thrashed herself around anyway.

Luckily, I have the next four days off from there.  I plan on listening to all of the audio's nonstop, tapping until I'm bruised and hoping against hope that a miracle will happen to keep me from having to go back this weekend.  Life's too short for drama.

So, today's wealth is found in living a exciting, fulfilling, peacefully, joyfilled life, like we do.  Priceless.