I have recently become a lightning rod for positive feedback at my job. Which only means that the universe is planning on getting me back real soon...but ANYHOO... All three of these positive incidents have (shockingly) come from management (gasp!) and have been quite flattering. Not gonna lie 'bout that. But the incident that has meant the most to me, occured this morning when a struggling new teacher was waiting for me at my classroom door. Without any premable he blurts, "Please let me tell you this story so I can just hear you say, 'F*CK!'" And folks, my heart swelled in that moment. This overwhelmed rookie needed to hear some real words of wisdom-and he knew I could deliver. Who needs useless platitudes when a well intentioned F-bomb can alter the course of someone's day? And I was only too happy to oblige. Free of charge.
Quote from Justin's dad(sh*tmydadsays on twitter):
"Sometimes life leaves a hundred dollar bill on your dresser, and you don't realize until later that it's because it f*cked you."
Too good. I have a feeling I know the story, and I'm not certain just one "F bomb" was enough in this case. This might be a "twoFer." And I don't even use the F word.
ReplyDeletekharma sucks. one day I was at the office, coffee in one hand, stale bagel in the other, f-bombing away about goverment health care, hospital adminstration, the big corporation who just bought our hospital, etc and our sweet innocent adminstrative assistant/wonder woman looks up at me and says, "I want to be just like you." I stop mid F-bomb, aspirate on cream cheese, and think, sh*t I've just ruined this girl's life. then I shrugged, continued on my rant and rejoiced in knowing that a well placed F-bomb saves a woman's life every time!
ReplyDeletefab story, jjon!!! welcome to blither blather! your kind is definately welcome round these here parts!
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