There’s a short story or a poem about a little boy that is having what he calls a “terrible, horrible, very bad day”.
I feel like I’m living that right now.
Work drama. Work issues. Anxiety. Angst. I don’t like my job very much right now.
But there are people at work who are bright spots. They make me smile. They give me confidence. They give me hope that things are gonna get better.
I lost one of those people Monday night. No warning. One minute he was here. The next minute he was gone. I last saw him on Friday. My last words to him expressed my frustration with the daily drama of the job. I don’t remember his last words to me, but I remember they made me smile.
They make me smile even now through the tears.