I’ve had the philosophy for a long time that it was a good idea to do at least one thing every day that I didn’t want to do.
At this age, though, it’s become impossible to grit my teeth and keep it buttoned where other people are concerned.
I’m at the point of no return with people who treat the carb giveaway at the Senior Center as a pseudo-social event. It’s an exercise in greed and I say, treat it that way.
Similarly with volunteering with the Highfield Gardeners. Too much phoney comraderie, offered with fake smiles and upturned noses.
I started off on the wrong foot by reading the political news this morning. Today is the New York state primaries, and the Spoiled Brat Crusade is having temper tantrums and throwing around its usual recipe of slime and innuendos.
It brings back all the lousy things that happened to me in business. If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t.