Arguable?

I was making my morning poopshack deposit after brewing my coffee, laced with (chocolate) electrolytes and functional mushrooms (mudwater), looking at the blanket of leaves the birch by the door had shed, feeling, well, feeling…

I crushed the dishpit last night, it’s a fair bit of work, I excel at it, it’s a pleasant break from the hectic line (where the food is made) and tumultuous moods (negativity and the “club” mentality of banding together around shallow commonalities and closing out the nonconformists) of staff etc. I really would have enjoyed a beer after it but skipped (for a variety of reasons).

Unwinding at home takes a little time, but sleep settles in and it’s “like a drug”. There I sat, looking out the door, feeling hungover, from work that is. A pleasant mix of rested, worked, refreshed and grounded, aware of the energy withdrawal as much as the deposit of sleep resupplied it. I felt live, aware, grateful, pleased, satisfied, hopeful, free.

These are feelings I don’t see reflected in the behaviors of my cohorts, the majority that is, those “in the club”. Thus my mission to create an alternative work scenario. They complain about sleep, their tummies, they rant about tickets coming in and the mods on them (remember the Burger King ad “Hold the pickles hold the lettuce/Special orders don’t upset us!”?) and just generally grumble and whine about practically everything, including each other. Irritable pretty much encompasses the vibe…

I’m not about to give them advice, I do offer support (condolences practically) an I lend an ear, but it’s just flatulence, ill odored breezes that waft to and fro. If pitying them was productive I would, but it ain’t so I don’t…

We are all mere summations of our choices. I KNOW how they feel, but I’ve never misplaced the source of that malaise. I’ve owned my hangovers, exhaustion, depletion and withdrawals. I’ve chosen to make deposits, create balance, court sleep and revel in its splendor. I’m grateful for that, there isn’t any tape on my warning lights, I’m alive and well