Back to work

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It is always strange, weird, awkward (whatever) going back to work after being out for a while. It was just two days, but everyone treats you in one of two ways:

  1. You had the plague and they aren’t sure they want to talk to you.
  2. They are glad you’re back and can’t wait to come visit.

I have 100+ emails to get through.

Don’t talk to me.

Trailer park

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Sometimes you do nice stuff for people. Sometimes you don’t.

Sometimes people take advantage of your niceness. Sometimes they don’t.

There are some people staying in my yard, in a trailer. Let’s call them, family. This is the second time they have stayed in the yard, only the first time they were staying in a bigger POS than they are in now. This accommodation was made within the last 15 years, the former was at least 30.

Regardless, I didn’t have much of a say in whether or not they moved into the yard the first time and once again I didn’t have much of a say about their return either. Sometimes, against your better judgement, you have to do nice stuff.

What I didn’t want was for the yard to start looking like a trailer park. What I am getting is that the yard is starting to look like a trailer park. The living space and storage of the trailer is slowly creeping outside and into the yard.

Sometimes nice…isn’t.

Welcome to the trailer park.

I see how I rank

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I was gone for five days on vacation.

Not a single person at home to greet me upon my return, not even my wife. At least the dog was home, so it could have been worse.

I can see where I rank around here…not important, not needed…at the very bottom.

#smh #guessishouldstaygone