Miracles Don't Happen Here
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.” ― Gilda Radner
When plans go awry in the last episode…this is the proper thing to say.
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Sometimes…
…I forget that my endless enthusiasm can get really, really freaking annoying.
Most notably, when we’re talking about my coworkers, but it can grate on peoples’ nerves on the onlines, too. Not everyone realized that I pretty much only have two ranges of emotion a fair amount of the time - glee or ‘splode. Ask my girlfriend. She’ll tell you. »;
I’m just sulking a little over here, growing mushrooms. A coworker made the comment that she found it hard to believe I could be serious about much of anything, because I seemed so chipper all the time. (Maybe I read into it too much, but she’d said it in that dismissive way, where someone seems to think you must be stupid, just because you are baseline cheerful.) My manager laughed and came to my defense with “Then clearly you’ve never seen a customer try to get in her face before. Oooohhh, the sparks and how they fllyyyy…!” Memo to self: get him a bag of Starburst jellybeans.
Of course, I don’t make it a practice to blow up over such small things. I let it go. Let it slide. But just wait until she needs someone to do something. I’ll be curiously preoccupied elsewhere~
