Hi, My Name Is...

I was standing in my office this morning talking to Matt, Julie, and Bob when I had a thought that almost caused me to break out in hysterical laughter. I would give up so much to be standing in an office with a different Matt, Julie, and Rob.

Don't ask me why this was so funny. Maybe it's because I was exhausted, maybe it's because it made me feel liking punching a hole in the wall. It was like that bizarro episode of Seinfeld except that I knew there wasn't going to be a commercial break to let me off the hook.

I could feel it building up inside of me and I just knew that I had to get away, so I hot footed out of there, hopped into my car and was gone. I hit the road hard, and was two towns over before I looked up.

Glen Rock isn't the kind of place to go joyriding in, too many people who will most likely think you're up to something. So I dropped back towards P-Town and, exercising some extreme vehicular prejudice, avoided what was almost a two truck - one Palomba wreck. The whole time all I could think about is that I replaced a group of people I cared about with a group of people who were only around because I sign their paychecks...and who I don't like nearly as much.

But by giving this up, I can't get that back. That went away, I didn't give it away. It was its time, their time, maybe even my time. But I can't get that back, so I have to start looking for something else. And while in some ways this might be it, in every other way I know it's not.

And in the words of Senor Lovedaddy, "That's the triple-truth, Ruth."