It’s a popular destination, success is. Everyone’s in a big damn hurry to get there, get unpacked, and start enjoying the swanky accommodations. Can you blame them? Of course not, there’s a hot tub and room service and everything. However, the road is not well-marked. Between all the distractions and construction detours, folks tend to get lost.
Like me. One wrong turn put me on the road to ruin and I just kept going, mistaking it for a short cut or the road less traveled or, sure, dense forest. While I wandered around searching for an exit, though, I discovered a few things. Tips, really. Things I wish I’d known before starting the pilgrimage to damnation.
For instance, to be successful in the world of communications or business or anywhere, you need the essentials: a sturdy, functioning brain, an Internet connection, a solid plan. I have none of them and I’m paying the price. So is the public at large — otherwise known as innocent bystanders. You see, I caught a nasty case of road rage and haven’t exactly suffered in silence. No, I went into a 72-hour huff, slamming and swearing and sneering.
As a result, I owe deep and sincere apologies to:
⇒ the slow-moving, finger-wagging woman I glared at in the Target parking lot.
⇒ the bored customer service rep I got lippy with on the phone.
⇒ every single driver I flipped off. Sometimes vehemently.
⇒ library visitors (and staff) within earshot of my muttered, yet colorful, language.
⇒ my stoic, forbearing old computer.
⇒ okay, just to be safe, anyone in a four block radius.
I’d no cause to be rude; my behavior was simply inexcusable. So please forgive this shameful lapse in courtesy and civility. I assure you I’ll return once again to my usual good cheer. Any day now. Or week, possibly. Month, at the outside.
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