The Undiscovered Country

One of Them Days

In life we must take risks, because if we don't our life stagnates and our goals we may never accomplish.

I take a super-risk by writing this entry. For whatever reason I can't seem to communicate properly today.

The problem started with commenting in another person's blog (not on this site). I tried to say one thing, and it came out the opposite. I tried to fix it, but again, the comment fell short of my intent.

Darn it. Now they're on her site for all to see and everyone will wonder if I like my foot sprinkled with salt and pepper or garlic. I could ask her to remove them, I suppose, but I won't. I'm afraid if I ask it'll come out something like, "My closet monster is green and likes to eat strawberries."

At work questions have arisen about archiving drawings. I tried to explain a possible solution, but my words bounced off at least one person's forehead. I finally got so frustrated I turned to walk away.

The project manager stepped in and diffused my frustration, and we managed to come to a consensus -- no thanks to me.

I wonder now if what I wrote here makes sense, or if it reads to you like boogety, boogety, boogety, pbthththththth!