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reading in silence Some of my good mood was crushed at work last night. Second shift doubts that any new projects will come our way. One obstacle is the woman who is driving the project that might give us something to do. She clearly feels that second and third shift are inept and may hold back on giving us parts of her pet project. My opinion of her is just as high. More often than not the phrase your shit still stinks leaps out whenever I see her. A kind description of her would be that she is professional. A more accurate one would be that she is fake. Everything that she does has to draw attention to herself. Most of it screams out look at what I just did. I find all of it annoying and somewhat distasteful. In the entire time that I have worked at the company I know next to nothing about her. Nor does she encourage people to get to know her. Of course the exception would be management, because they can promote her. They serve a need within her world. The rest of the time she is all business and very little of her personality emerges. To be blunt she really isn't a person to me. I see her more as an automaton than anything else. The dynamics of the workplace always amaze me. In theory we are gathered together for the same cause. Ideally we are striving for the same things. Reality however is quite different. Each person seems to have their own agenda and this often leads to conflict. People disappoint me so often. I was little angry to see my driveway still buried when I got home this morning. The question that I asked myself is why should I have to plow through the drifts to park my car. Yes, I know that it was the weekend and I get home early in the morning, but other people on my block had cleared their driveways already. So as a hint and to be nice, I parked my car on the street. This way I didn't pack down the snow by driving over it. Thankfully it had been cleared of snow by noon. Somehow I have managed to shift my sleeping schedule by a few hours. Lately I have been staying awake longer and rising later in the evening. Usually I wake around three thirty in the afternoon when the mail arrives. Now however I have been getting up at around five thirty. When I ventured outside to get my mail, I saw that the snow had retreated to the yards. It had been banished from the man made surfaces of the street and driveways. My mood has leveled out from being silly happy to just being aware.
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