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what I can and can't handle
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:32 pmI can handle my customers being absurdly stupid. They make unreasonable demands and think that I can read minds, predict the future, and routinely work miracles. I'm not sure that the Evil Empire pays me enough to really care, but I can usually start the day in a decent mood. I can even handle that my bosses think that I should do whatever I can to ensure that my customers keep believing in my super-powers. If this goes on for a couple more months, I think I deserve a spandex unitard, a cape, a tiara, a spiffy mask, and the ass-kicking Boots of Doom.
I can handle dinner not turning out the way that I think it should. It was edible, thankfully, and there weren't any problems that a couple of shakes of Garlic Garni couldn't fix. We've got enough leftovers for lunches a couple days, so we won't have to depend on the expense and general lack of health present in fast food meals.
I can handle rearranging my work schedule a little if it means that I can help out friends who have the Absolute Worst Luck with vehicles. I can still get to work early, and I have both books and the internet for when my brain is done with work and I'm waiting for my ride home. It might not even be too much later than my usual escape, as a coworker lives about half a block away from me.
I can handle my dog licking the living room carpet and liking to eat frozen vegetables. I don't understand her attraction to them, but they're cheap treats that won't rot her teeth. I wish I felt the same way about frozen broccoli and lima beans that she does.
What I can't handle is reading the accounts of the atrocities happening in the world at large: the things that our government authorizes, the things that we're supposedly fighting against, and the things that get ignored. I don't watch the news or read a lot of news feeds on the web. The closest I want get to it is watching football Saturday-Monday. If I could do something other than being angry and hurt by the things that people do to each other as a species and the planet as a whole, it might be different. I give money where I can, I vote where I can, but it's not enough. So I hide here, under my rock, where there is echinacea tea, peanut butter ice cream, and manly men beating up on each other for my amusement.
I can handle dinner not turning out the way that I think it should. It was edible, thankfully, and there weren't any problems that a couple of shakes of Garlic Garni couldn't fix. We've got enough leftovers for lunches a couple days, so we won't have to depend on the expense and general lack of health present in fast food meals.
I can handle rearranging my work schedule a little if it means that I can help out friends who have the Absolute Worst Luck with vehicles. I can still get to work early, and I have both books and the internet for when my brain is done with work and I'm waiting for my ride home. It might not even be too much later than my usual escape, as a coworker lives about half a block away from me.
I can handle my dog licking the living room carpet and liking to eat frozen vegetables. I don't understand her attraction to them, but they're cheap treats that won't rot her teeth. I wish I felt the same way about frozen broccoli and lima beans that she does.
What I can't handle is reading the accounts of the atrocities happening in the world at large: the things that our government authorizes, the things that we're supposedly fighting against, and the things that get ignored. I don't watch the news or read a lot of news feeds on the web. The closest I want get to it is watching football Saturday-Monday. If I could do something other than being angry and hurt by the things that people do to each other as a species and the planet as a whole, it might be different. I give money where I can, I vote where I can, but it's not enough. So I hide here, under my rock, where there is echinacea tea, peanut butter ice cream, and manly men beating up on each other for my amusement.
