oh, tuesday

tuesday, you poor in-between day.
you carry in one pocket the glory of having survived monday,
and in the other the drudgery of being that which precedes wednesday.
(monday is the first day, and therefore the worst day,
but wednesday is a worst all its own.)

tuesday, 2, thursday, 4,
pleasant in their even-ness.

here's a question: if i am on the PHONE,

and you come into my office and i am on

the PHONE,

WHY, OH WHY

do you find it appropriate or helpful

to STAND AND STARE at me,

or even better,

START TALKING TO ME

as if i wasn't ALREADY in a conversation?

NOTHING makes me angrier

than someone who clearly observes that i'm

DOING SOMETHING ELSE

and then WILLFULLY CHOOSES to interrupt.

nothing I AM DOING could possibly be

as important as what YOU WANT.

exception: if someone is in respiratory distress,

and mine is the only phone that could possibly dial 911,

and mine is the only mouth that could possibly speak,

and mine are the only fingers that could possibly hold the receiver,

please, please interrupt.

all other NON-LIFE THREATENING ISSUES

can and WILL WAIT until i'm done

with my freakin' phone call!!!

i'm trying to be peaceful today, but the constant interruptions and de-valuing of my time and my priorities are proving formidable obstacles to my zenned-out approach. i realize i'm the lowliest person on the scene, but i'm also the person without whom this establishment WOULD NOT FUNCTION. PERIOD. when i have days off, things fall apart unless i'm able to spend 3 hours writing out meticulous notes before i leave. when i am gone, they feel it. so why don't they treat me with more respect when i'm here?

Classic TakeLowlySecretaryForGranted Situation.

i know they don't want me to make them sorry.

so i won't, because i'm going to rise above.

but every once in awhile, the fact that i seem to be

{INVISIBLE and also TOO VISIBLE}

makes me want to take this phone cord and wrap it around my neck.

i am ruining the sweet even-ness of tuesday.

i'm sorry tuesday, you already have such a heavy load to bear. you don't deserve my work angst on top of it all, and besides, you don't have any more pockets. so i will take the turbulent waters of my soul and channel them elsewhere. i will influence the current of this day with happy thoughts, light melodies, and prayer until the high waves are swallowed in the stillness of a larger body of water. the heights and valleys of my inner life will be absorbed by something more powerful than myself. the mountains shall be made low and the rough places plain.

and now, tuesday,

you may drape yourself

with the strong, yet weightless cloak

of hope.