Give up? I don't know the meaning of give up. I've not had a lot of time to devote to blogging, but here I am.
Work has been taking up most of my time, and whatever's left has been driven towards going out in service. So, its Saturday, a week after what apparently I should call, the desperation post, and here we are. What happened this week you ask? Well, I hit something in the FedEx truck. It was a gutter. I hit a gutter. Its pathetically misshappen. But I got the chance to prove my honesty, because instead of hitting the gutter and then leaving, I hit it, stopped, and went inside and told the people who owned the building I'd damaged. Upon which I learned that they didn't even hear me hit them. I could've driven off very slowly and they'd never know what happened. My manager was actually kind of impressed I stopped. Not impressed enough to avoid writing me up, but impressed.
Anyway, I'd say I learned something today, but really, all I've learned is that people are fun. That's right, I said it. People are fun. Just sit down and talk to someone. I think its called social engineering in some circles, but I call it good ol fashioned conversation. If you talk to people long enough, you'll find out highly amazing things about them. And the funny thing about all of this, at least to me, is that all of the things you learn about them are normally completely voluntary. Why do they tell personal things about themselves to relative strangers? Well, some theorize that its a need for acceptance, or that its really to establish closeness in a relationship. Which I guess must be true to an extent, because you feel closer to someone when they tell you something that obviously is very personal. Such as the difficulty they had potty training their two year old, why their ex husband left them, what foolish things they had to do to keep from getting fired, all of these things are personal, and they will definitely make you feel as if you know that person a bit more.
Either way, people are open books that should be read, not for our general entertainment, (though it is very entertaining) but because, at the risk of sounding eighties cliche, we're all in this thing together. Or something like that.