Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
The ones who collect shells, coins, feathers, and lavendar even when it means their kids go Peter-from the-Bible on them?
RIP: Rude, Incompetent, Pricey – Where Customers Come Last is what I had in mind. There would be total value alignment with her staff. I could not wait to share my genius over lunch.
Although they were all complete strangers to me and I was merely an observer sitting at the next table, I was seriously stunned.
I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Someone peeking through a curtain.
Once you have to ask IF you can trust the person, you bloody-well know that you can not and you should not. (Or you will end up single on new years eve or with hair that looks like the inside of a donkey’s intestines!)
I decided to honour my company and resist the pull from the drama magnet, filled with its lies and deceit.
You can imagine my “feelings” when more than 20 years later, I read about Sister Stephanie on the front page of the newspaper last week. To read about murder was horrible enough. To hear that she was raped too turned my stomach!