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Old Grumpy Knickers is Back in Town
Here I am again, typing directly into the Medium editor. It’s never comfortable, but it’s growing more interesting than intimidating each time I do it. I think this is the fourth time.
This time I’m reflecting on the weekend just past.
Old Grumpy Knickers Arrives
It’s Saturday morning and I’m just opening up the department at the start of the day. I’ve arrived in fairly fine fettle. The mood I thought, was nice and level. Well, it was, but it wasn’t as firmly grounded as I’d imagined.
When I noticed one of the bins hadn’t been emptied at the close of business the day before I wasn’t pleased. It’d be fair to say old grumpy knickers was back in town.
“Lazy bastards!” was the muttered opening salvo as I stuck the self-righteous rant into gear. I began to move up through 1st into 2nd and then on into…well nothing, because I began to take my foot off the metaphorical pedal.
Out of Proportion
Something odd began to happen. I caught myself on the cusp of a potential day-ruining internal rant and pulled myself back from the precipice. I saw the futility and the stupidity of it all.
