They’re baaaaack!

Half of the work week was spent in meetings. This brings on a sanity checkpoint. A place to re-evaluate and change direction.

Since the agenda is open I slip into the dentist’s office without a care in the world cause my dental hygiene game is on point but end up leaving in a state of full blown disappointment.

They used me as a guinea pig, called over a handful of folks and told them that if they ever see a mouth like mine they should stop and rethink things.

I listened and considered the likelihood of my anatomy being a replicated concern for them to be nil. They tried to sell me on stuff I’m 99% sure isn’t needed and the disappointment came because I thought I’d found my forever dentist home. 

Now I never want to go back. Even so I left them laughing after explaining about sleeping with floss in my mouth. Deadpan gets ’em every time.

I checked my mail and the lady wrote. I haven’t figured her out yet but don’t like her. Don’t even know her or why I feel that way but there you go. I gotta love her anyway which pisses me off just a teeny weeny lotta bit.

She’s going through some stuff. Personally. I listen. I know exactly what’s coming. A second pair of eyes she can’t see begins to roll. I remember I promised to make the kids favorite meal. It takes hours. I wrote her back to tell her she can call me anytime for support. 

I turn off my computer, put my phone in my pocket, head to the kitchen and go to town on my signature dish. Three hours later I go back to check email and decide one of the bosses for sure thinks I’m stupid. Like really stupid. Dunce stupid. Must be the energy I give off. Either that or he writes everyone in the same way. Can’t know. 

I sit down and write for what feels like eternity, grateful that chatgpt will turn my thousand word emotional response into a professional fifty word concise summary. He for sure knows I’m using chatgpt cause he’s heard me talk. Pretty sure I’ve never talked like I write. But he doesn’t know I’ve been working to summon the ghost of Thich Nhat Hanh in order to apply my studies of Silence. 

It’s not quite working. I end up smiling, laughing and making jokes in almost every meeting, most inappropriate. But if there’s no laughter or levity then what the hell are we getting together for?