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October 7, 2008

I Just Can't Help Believing

I got myself into trouble during my job interview, when I insisted to my soon-to-be boss that I'm most definitely a morning person. While it is the absolute truth that I'm an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal, that statement meant I was precluded from yawning or being bleary-eyed when I first arrived at the office. It also meant I would have to dispel of my ample morning rage before I reached the front doors every morning.

This morning, for example, I was livid at the following:

-The weird, powdery smell that emanates from my porch
-All the puddles I had to step around
-The tennis shoes in my backpack strategically poking me in my aching lumbar
-People on the train who use the adjacent seat to store their belongings
-The woman who swiped the seat I'd been eying for a good two stops
-The man whose earbuds were blaring thumping rap beats
-The clipboarder who approached me and asked me to sign his stinking petition. Some places should be sacred, people!

I exited the train only to be slapped in the nose with the dank smell of rained-on urine and began to mentally curse my maker. Then I saw this...

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... and the King gave me a little religion.

2 comments:

  1. Stores in downtown Minneapolis are allowed to pipe music or, in the case of bars, the sound of sports games out onto the street. I hate this. For a good three weeks Macy's was pumping MC Hammer - at 8 a.m. I always thought the Geneva Convention prohibited that kind of thing.

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  2. I'm glad Elvis helped center you. It's so much better to start the day thankful for all the good that's in your life. Personally, I say prayers of thanksgiving on my way to work every day. I find I'm a lot less hateful after I remind myself of all the things in my life that count as blessings.

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