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When your patience lets you down.
Normally, I think I can be a patient person at the office. Yesterday I was a little disappointed in myself for not being more patient. I was speaking with someone from a different work unit, trying to explain to them why their presence was necessary in court later this week. This person was understandably nervous and wanted to be prepared. I tried to explain that I had not really been involved in the case, and the person that was would be back tomorrow. Trying to be helpful, I gave what little information I could. So much for trying to be helpful. You see, believe it or not, the court does not always agree with our interpretation of the law. My mistake in this exchange was trying to explain to this person that just because we think the law says one thing, it does not automatically mean that the court is going to agree. In fact, our attorneys have privately voiced their opinion that our argument is not a slam dunk. So, what happens next? This person announces that they were “just looking over the statutes the other night…” and “…it seems pretty obvious to me.” What do I do? “Well, why don’t you bring that with you on Friday … I’m sure they all would like to be enlightened by your unique and obviously superior knowledge of the law.” I turned and walked out the door, the person’s eyes following me out. Not the way you would have handled it you say? I’m not particularly proud of it, but I guess nobody’s perfect.
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Who’s afraid of 50 little shots?
We are eagerly awaiting Beth’s next trip to the allergist. Beth, like many small children, does not like shots. Beth’s next trip to the allergist will involve skin testing. Hoo wee, that should be just swell. I brought Beth to one of my trips for allergy shots recently. Beth was so disturbed by the prospect of anyone getting shots she had to leave the room. I had these grand visions of showing Beth that other people get shots and that it is not such a big deal. It didn’t work.
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How long can you hold your breath?
Vacation is just around the corner, and the week gets longer as the days grow fewer. There are now just two full days before we leave, but it feels like two weeks. I can take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in my agony. Beth has been wallowing for at least the last week and a half. “We are going on vacation today, aren’t we daddy?” “No Beth, we’ve got (x) more days before we can go.”