When I was a child I thought nap time was punishment. Now it’s like a mini vacation.
The longer I work for the Department of Veterans Affairs the more and more I’m convinced that it’s corrupt and cancerous and it gets worse as you go up the chain. Innovation, change and process improvement just bucks the system and is not well received. I feel as though it’s just one constant battle day in and day out. I have a headache already and it’s not 6:00 AM yet.
I need more coffee. The magic elixir of life. Oh and wonder of wonders I manages to find some pumpkin spice coffee creamer yesterday when I was at the market. Granted it was the very last container since it just went on the shelves here and the soccer Moms descending upon the display like a pack of ravenous wolves. But the point is they managed to leave one container for me even though it was slightly dented. Dented is OK. It’s kinda sorta the same for dented people. Maybe a tad dinged on the outside or maybe even slightly bruised but it’s all great on the inside. That’s good enough for me.
Enough venting for one week.