Sunday, January 30, 2005

Time to vent

I typically don't post twice within the same week, but for some reason, I just felt compelled to vent.

You see, there are things going on--things that I'm not at liberty to discuss at this time--at work. Now, if you don't know where I work, I apologize. This likely won't make sense to you. But, to those who keep up with my uneventful and somewhat mundane life, this will be enough to whet your appetite for a while.

It all started back in 1692 in a small town in Massachusetts. With that information in mind, we travel forward in time to the year 2005. Same process, same results. I have discovered that if you were to look deep enough into anyone's life--even someone like the Pope--you'll find something that can be construed as "improper". Such is the case in a small town in Arkansas. The life of an average Joe is soon to be changed forever. Not only is the grapevine ripe with gossip, but the gossip is nearly all unfounded and absolutely untrue. It is just amazing how one person can turn an entire town upside-down. How, you ask? Well, here's the Reader's Digest version...

Take this guy. He's from 'somewhere'. Well-educated, tech-savvy, very contemporary, outgoing, and an extreme workaholic. He takes his job very seriously, and in a move that could prove fatal, actually took the time to meet the community members around which he worked. He is surrounded daily by children as well as adults of all ages, and very rarely has a cross word to say to any of them. He enjoys seeing them each and every day, and is genuinely concerned for their well-being. He is very involved in the community in which he works, and has gone so far as to happily volunteer his time and efforts for the betterment of the place in which he is employed. He does all this without expectations. All he asks is that he gets to come to work each week.

Well, our friend made the mistake of being concerned for the well-being of some of those youngsters, and will likely end up paying with his job. He sequesters his rage, as it is not the fault of those in his workplace. The Judas in this case is a seldom-seen but often-heard person whose life is supposedly dedicated to caring for those with medical afflictions; however, this same person took it upon themself to waste an entire day fertilizing the grapevine with even more juicy gossip--all of which was found out later to be bogus at best.

Now our friend is forced to struggle with his internal angst while the world around him continues on unabated. His hands are tied, his words are silenced, and his rights are squashed. But, alas...keep in mind, our friend is well-educated, and is also quite crafty. He has a couple of aces up his sleeve that will be kept hidden until the time is right. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned--or a man wrongfully accused. So my advice is simple--buckle your seat belts. It's going to be a wild ride!

Keep your eyes pealed for updates. I know that our friendly neighborhood Judas will be!

Until next time...

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