I'm not taking the piss or anything, you're absolutely right. It's extremely important, in the face of a shitstorm like this to take time to look out the window, to enjoy the world, and to remind ourselves *why* we do the the things we do.
For myself, well one of the more personal motivations for the job I do is that I would like the world to be a better place for those I care about. They're the things I look to when I want to stop and enjoy the world, and remind myself why I spend so much time doing shitty jobs.
One of the people closest to the top of the list of people I care about is lying doped up in a hospital bed a few doors down from where I'm working. Another of them is having to use both hands to hold the organisation he's poured himself into together all while having lost friends and colleagues. So it's a little hard to look up and see the rest of the world, because when I look at it, it looks like it's been hit by a fucking bomb.
Anyone claiming we haven't been hurt or dented is just plain fucked in the head.
To put it another way: how would you have felt if , when Mr St Croix was at his unfortunate worst in a hospital bed, someone had stopped by to tell you to cheer up and smell the roses, because your being down all the time, because y'know, shit like this happens all the time, and your being worried and stressed to fuck was just depressing, and any anyway his being hospitalised didn't constitute "denting" us.
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Date: 2007-02-23 09:25 am (UTC)I'm not taking the piss or anything, you're absolutely right. It's extremely important, in the face of a shitstorm like this to take time to look out the window, to enjoy the world, and to remind ourselves *why* we do the the things we do.
For myself, well one of the more personal motivations for the job I do is that I would like the world to be a better place for those I care about. They're the things I look to when I want to stop and enjoy the world, and remind myself why I spend so much time doing shitty jobs.
One of the people closest to the top of the list of people I care about is lying doped up in a hospital bed a few doors down from where I'm working. Another of them is having to use both hands to hold the organisation he's poured himself into together all while having lost friends and colleagues. So it's a little hard to look up and see the rest of the world, because when I look at it, it looks like it's been hit by a fucking bomb.
Anyone claiming we haven't been hurt or dented is just plain fucked in the head.
To put it another way: how would you have felt if , when Mr St Croix was at his unfortunate worst in a hospital bed, someone had stopped by to tell you to cheer up and smell the roses, because your being down all the time, because y'know, shit like this happens all the time, and your being worried and stressed to fuck was just depressing, and any anyway his being hospitalised didn't constitute "denting" us.
Yeah.
Now shut the fuck up.