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lbd_nytetraynIt's funny the stuff that makes you think. The stuff that makes you wonder about yourself.
I just called in to work, sick. Reluctantly and after asking Red what she thought I should do. My stomach is making quite a ruckus, and I think I know why. Without getting into too many details, I'll just say I have a pretty bad sinus problem right now, and after a few days of this, I think they finally decided to drain while I was sleeping.
If it were the feeling alone, I'd work through it. But I have to practically travel across the city to get to work for my five-plus hour shift today, and I'm not sure how much use I'd be if I'm constantly second-guessing myself by going to the washroom(rest/bathroom for you Yanks ;P ) to see what comes up.
I call in, and basically give my manager the choice of me either being late, or him getting the chance to get someone else in, and he opted for the latter(followed by me asking that if anyone needs someone to fill in for them, to let me know).
Despite factors that may lead to the contrary, such as my occassional lateness(I have to travel across the city, mind, often during rush-hour traffic or through bad weather... why people are stopped where there are no red lights or signs is beyond me, unless someone just fucked up), I consider myself a dedicated worker there, and no one has really called me on it yet. I usually try my best to be the most thorough person there. For once in my life, despite the so-so hours and wages, I actually enjoy my work. I'm probably the most thorough person there, as my co-workers are often telling me "everything doesn't have to be perfect".
Wasted breath when speaking to a perfectionist.
In fact, last night, I believe I was the last one to leave by some margin, after said manager paged me over the intercom to tell me I could leave, and I noticed everyone else was gone. True story. No regrets, either.
So after calling in, I click over to 411mania.com and check out the wrestling news.
Dunno who among you reading this knows or cares, but recently, the legendary Stu Hart died. When I check 411, I often make light of the string of recent tragedies by telling Red "let's see if anyone died today". Sadly, whenever I click the link, I half expect to see a name I never expected to see listed as dead. Stu Hart(whom I know died a few days ago) wasn't as great a shock to me as say, Curt Hennig or Ms. Elizabeth. As Stu himself put it, “I’m just on borrowed time now. We all have our time. Maybe I have a day. A month. A year. I’m thankful for the sunrise. I’ve had a good life. Everything I get from here… is… a bonus.”
Stu was a legend in the business, and he did help produce many great legends from within and without his own family, though it seemed as though anyone who set foot into the Dungeon was a part of the Hart family, somehow. It's almost like a sort of credibility: somehow hearing that Lance Storm or Chris Benoit trained inside the Dungeon with Stu seemed to evoke images of them standing alongside greats such as Bret or Owen...
Anyway. That said, I click on the link to read why Blake Norton has "no regrets for the late, great Stu Hart". As I read down, certain parts jump out at me, one in particular...
"...he was a man who had done only what any other man would; work his whole life to support his family, make a “pretty good” living, and do what had to be done to make ends meet. No more, no less."
And that made me think back to a few minutes earlier. And despite what I know to be true as said above, it really does make me second-guess myself...
LBD "Nytetrayn"
I just called in to work, sick. Reluctantly and after asking Red what she thought I should do. My stomach is making quite a ruckus, and I think I know why. Without getting into too many details, I'll just say I have a pretty bad sinus problem right now, and after a few days of this, I think they finally decided to drain while I was sleeping.
If it were the feeling alone, I'd work through it. But I have to practically travel across the city to get to work for my five-plus hour shift today, and I'm not sure how much use I'd be if I'm constantly second-guessing myself by going to the washroom(rest/bathroom for you Yanks ;P ) to see what comes up.
I call in, and basically give my manager the choice of me either being late, or him getting the chance to get someone else in, and he opted for the latter(followed by me asking that if anyone needs someone to fill in for them, to let me know).
Despite factors that may lead to the contrary, such as my occassional lateness(I have to travel across the city, mind, often during rush-hour traffic or through bad weather... why people are stopped where there are no red lights or signs is beyond me, unless someone just fucked up), I consider myself a dedicated worker there, and no one has really called me on it yet. I usually try my best to be the most thorough person there. For once in my life, despite the so-so hours and wages, I actually enjoy my work. I'm probably the most thorough person there, as my co-workers are often telling me "everything doesn't have to be perfect".
Wasted breath when speaking to a perfectionist.
In fact, last night, I believe I was the last one to leave by some margin, after said manager paged me over the intercom to tell me I could leave, and I noticed everyone else was gone. True story. No regrets, either.
So after calling in, I click over to 411mania.com and check out the wrestling news.
Dunno who among you reading this knows or cares, but recently, the legendary Stu Hart died. When I check 411, I often make light of the string of recent tragedies by telling Red "let's see if anyone died today". Sadly, whenever I click the link, I half expect to see a name I never expected to see listed as dead. Stu Hart(whom I know died a few days ago) wasn't as great a shock to me as say, Curt Hennig or Ms. Elizabeth. As Stu himself put it, “I’m just on borrowed time now. We all have our time. Maybe I have a day. A month. A year. I’m thankful for the sunrise. I’ve had a good life. Everything I get from here… is… a bonus.”
Stu was a legend in the business, and he did help produce many great legends from within and without his own family, though it seemed as though anyone who set foot into the Dungeon was a part of the Hart family, somehow. It's almost like a sort of credibility: somehow hearing that Lance Storm or Chris Benoit trained inside the Dungeon with Stu seemed to evoke images of them standing alongside greats such as Bret or Owen...
Anyway. That said, I click on the link to read why Blake Norton has "no regrets for the late, great Stu Hart". As I read down, certain parts jump out at me, one in particular...
"...he was a man who had done only what any other man would; work his whole life to support his family, make a “pretty good” living, and do what had to be done to make ends meet. No more, no less."
And that made me think back to a few minutes earlier. And despite what I know to be true as said above, it really does make me second-guess myself...
LBD "Nytetrayn"
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Date: 2003-10-19 05:22 pm (UTC)I have been sleeping under a rock. Stu is dead. And Ms. Elizabeth is dead. Damn.. just damn