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I had thoughts about what would happen if magic came back in the world and the first people to discover that fact were two-year-olds. Everyone else has some idea of how the world is supposed to work. People that now believe in magick, God, or spirits would have them behave pretty much as they expected them to, as they'd expect no more, ask no more than they do now, and still attribute the results to their entities' likes or dislikes. Two-year-olds, however, try everything and anything and see what the boundaries and realities are themselves. Five-year-olds, already have a sense of what's right and wrong, what's true and false, and what will work and what won't and are accordingly scornful. Two-year-olds don't. They also don't listen when someone else tells them what they can or can't do, they try it anyway...

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I had thoughts about what would happen if magic came back in the world and the first people to discover that fact were two-year-olds. Everyone else has some idea of how the world is supposed to work. People that now believe in magick, God, or spirits would have them behave pretty much as they expected them to, as they'd expect no more, ask no more than they do now, and still attribute the results to their entities' likes or dislikes. Two-year-olds, however, try everything and anything and see what the boundaries and realities are themselves. Five-year-olds, already have a sense of what's right and wrong, what's true and false, and what will work and what won't and are accordingly scornful. Two-year-olds don't. They also don't listen when someone else tells them what they can or can't do, they try it anyway...

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I found Jet with two shiny hairclips, by the computer station. He was flying them by the desk when he bumped something on the desk and one of the clips fell to the ground. "Oh, no! Help! Help! Help!" he cried, "Save me!" and he flew the other clip down to its fallen companion, "I'll getchew!" he said. "There, I gotcha!" he opened the second clip to grab the first, "Ohhhh, thank you. Welcome! Pleeze! OK? OK." And then the two clips flew off into the sunset...

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I found Jet with two shiny hairclips, by the computer station. He was flying them by the desk when he bumped something on the desk and one of the clips fell to the ground. "Oh, no! Help! Help! Help!" he cried, "Save me!" and he flew the other clip down to its fallen companion, "I'll getchew!" he said. "There, I gotcha!" he opened the second clip to grab the first, "Ohhhh, thank you. Welcome! Pleeze! OK? OK." And then the two clips flew off into the sunset...

Nothing to Complain About

Okay... I have nothing to complain about. My boss was hunting a contractor to replace me, and she'd gone through a few dozen resumes, interviewed three folks, found someone everyone really liked, and the day before she was going to give the guy an offer, she was told that she couldn't hire the guy.

I got NOTHING to complain about, compared to that.

All I have to do is do a job that I know and mostly like, inside and out, for another three, maybe six months before moving on to something I know I'll enjoy tackling.

One interesting thing is that a co-worker that I've had my own problems communicating with (yes, part of the problems are certainly mine) is out on maternity leave for a while. I've already gone through three meetings without her and while I hate to admit it, I've really been far more productive, happy, and more at ease in all of those meetings. It goes quite a ways in making this old job that much easier to stick with. Given that she's out for at least three months, I'm actually feeling far better about staying for that time and not having to always combat my own bad feelings and self-hatred about not being able to just get along with her.

So silver linings to go with the black clouds, and after a See's chocolate bar with toffee bits, I'm feeling quite a lot better than yesterday.

Nothing to Complain About

Okay... I have nothing to complain about. My boss was hunting a contractor to replace me, and she'd gone through a few dozen resumes, interviewed three folks, found someone everyone really liked, and the day before she was going to give the guy an offer, she was told that she couldn't hire the guy.

I got NOTHING to complain about, compared to that.

All I have to do is do a job that I know and mostly like, inside and out, for another three, maybe six months before moving on to something I know I'll enjoy tackling.

One interesting thing is that a co-worker that I've had my own problems communicating with (yes, part of the problems are certainly mine) is out on maternity leave for a while. I've already gone through three meetings without her and while I hate to admit it, I've really been far more productive, happy, and more at ease in all of those meetings. It goes quite a ways in making this old job that much easier to stick with. Given that she's out for at least three months, I'm actually feeling far better about staying for that time and not having to always combat my own bad feelings and self-hatred about not being able to just get along with her.

So silver linings to go with the black clouds, and after a See's chocolate bar with toffee bits, I'm feeling quite a lot better than yesterday.