Tuesday,
April 30, 2002
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folks discussing the ballet
"Attention to health is the
greatest hindrance to life." |
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low tolerance Someone has called an 8:30 meeting. Corporate doings are starting to wear thin on me. I have stopped off before the meeting to take some soup to Mom and Dad. Dad says this will 'get him through lunch.' He is cooking, getting her in and out of the bed, the chair, the bathroom, the shower. She tells me that she thinks her 'back is broken.' She is upset when I say it probably isn't although I have no doubt she hurts. She is upset when I tell her that the longer that she doesn't walk, the more likely she won't be able to. I don't understand her pain, she says. She is right about that. If she's not better by tomorrow, we are going to have to do something different. I tell her that she needs to call her GP's nurse and explain as best she can why she can't walk. Then we can try to do something. I'm going to have to get a nurse or put her in a facility if she doesn't improve. This is too hard on my 85-year-old dad.
I try to work. People call meetings to talk about meetings they've called. To talk about 'teeing up issues' and 'tasking people to go solve problems.' When task is a transitive verb, I've been there too long. There is a pep talk meeting. The guy is actually kind of inspiring. Only. I'm just not in the mood.
FFP is on the ballet board. They are having a party to try to cultivate people to support the ballet. Each board member is assigned to cultivate certain people. We have to be there at six. So I leave work early. I drink too much and we go to Four Seasons after. No more drinking this week!!! None. Must face up to my responsibilities. Must get something done for my mother. Must get my work done and, since the meeting planners seem to be making sure I can't do that during the day, I guess it's going to have to be at night. Someone ask one of the sports metaphor guys today if he would meet Thursday afternoon again, laughing. Apparently the big boys are going golfing then. Isn't that special? Apparently you have to go golfing with the VP or else. I did not say that the first time I'm required to golf or else they will have my resignation. Corporate life is wearing thin for me. I thought I'd make it to 55. Now I'm not so sure.
In the face of everything that's going on, why do I keep typing here? In spite of reducing the audience drastically? Because it's one thing I can control. It's a small silly thing I can achieve. It's very sad, isn't it?
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