“the road to hell is paved with the assumption that this situation is special, this client is special, or that you are special.”
-one of my school textbooks
thanks, grad school, for reminding me that i’m not special.
“the road to hell is paved with the assumption that this situation is special, this client is special, or that you are special.”
-one of my school textbooks
thanks, grad school, for reminding me that i’m not special.
how lucky my street is to be part of range rover’s process of magic-making. if only the monstrously large bulbs weren’t right outside my window.
what i heard: if you’re shopping for blondes, this is the place to go.
what the commercial actually said: if you’re shopping for blinds, this is the place to go.
in my mom’s side of the family, whenever holidays arise, i am always the last to be informed of the plans. and the word “informed” is purposefully chosen - while everyone else gets asked what works with their schedules, i am never asked; i’m merely told after the fact. and, if i’m able to attend, great. if not, no one seems to mind terribly.
it’s one of those situations that i’m sure a lot of other people have experienced. but after several decades, and even after having mentioned being hurt by the trend, on several occasions, it continues nonetheless.
in a way, i’m a little proud of myself for getting less upset (at least outwardly) each time. that said, though, this may be a cycle that i either have to learn to live with, or remove myself from. i can’t imagine how i’ll ever be reconciled with the situation, but i also can’t imagine sitting out those rare and valued family gatherings.
conundrum, anyone?
my field instructor.
who knew? and here i thought it was variety.