Wednesday, July 19, 2006

One of those Days

I had one of those days last Friday, and it's been haunting me ever since... Now, granted, EVERYONE (including my boss) told me not to worry about it, it was nothing I should get upset about, and I could just get on with my life.

To me, however, it was the meteorological event of the century. I checked my voice mail all weekend, and tomorrow is D-Day, the day I come face to face with this client who I hope I'm going to be able to help and who I hope to have a good rapport with, in spite of what was a gawd-awful beginning. All I can do at the moment is remember the sound of her screaming and crying at me--a sound that really continues to get my dander up.

Why is it so easy to dwell on this stuff? When something amazing happens, I'm happy for a day or two, and then I move on. But this happened darn near a week ago, and here I am still sweating it.

A couple of years ago, my dad and his then-girlfriend Barb went and took a trip across country. It was the adventure my father was always dreaming of taking, and Barb has a good eye for travelling cheap, so off they went.

When they were coming back after hitting California, they went to Colorado and started climbing a big peak in the Rockies.

To hear my dad tell it, he knew he was running low on gas, but didn't want to waste time seeing the amazing panorama, so up they went, and, you guessed it, the "low fuel" indicator came on.

When they got up there, they asked about gas, and were told they'd have to go back down the mountain when they were done and get it. Dad was told not to worry, just put the car in neutral and glide down the hill.

To hear my dad tell the story, it was the greatest adventure of the whole entire trip. He described the scenery, the people, the car, and gliding quietly down a big mountain road...

All Barb talked about was how pissed off she was that he put them through "that"...

I want to be more like my dad in that regard. I've made great strides in finding the positive and letting most people's issues glide off my back (particularly after reading The Four Agreements chapter on not taking anything personally). But when I can't, man can't I!!!

So my struggle for the week is getting through about 4 hours tomorrow morning and then moving forward. I know once it's over, I'll wonder what I ever got so worked up about.

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