What Can You Do?

Ever have one of those days where all you can do is shrug your shoulders at the junk that happens?

Well, for me it is physically painful to actually shrug my shoulders. Just a recurring issue that flares up sometimes. Not much I can do about it. What can you do about it?

What can you do when a driver rolls onto the Interstate and immediately proceeds to cross over three lanes without looking? You just apply your brakes and lay on the horn. They are apparently the only ones trying to get to work.

What can you do when you have pressed the elevator button yet the next person comes around you and presses it again? You give them a smile and say sweet things about them in your head.

What can you do when you hold the door open on the elevator for a couple of your coworkers, you say “good morning” and they never acknowledge your existence? When they get off and the doors are closed you say “You’re welcome”.

What can you do when people attempt to play chicken in the hallway? You stop and make them go around you.

What can you do when a coworker has worked over the weekend and has left some work for you? You add it to the list and wonder if that person has a life outside of the office.

What can you do about dreading Monday mornings? You get busy with work and before you know it the weekend will be here.

What can you do if your hair just looks crappy no matter what you do? Just take your fingers through it and let it do what it wants to do. You can regroup and try it again tomorrow.

What can you do if you are getting on your own nerves? Sorry, I have no answer for this one.

What can you do if you don’t want to eat what you brought for lunch? Duh, eat something else.

What can you do if you want some free entertainment during lunch? Go outside and watch things that happen in downtown Nashville on any given day especially if a pedal tavern passes by.

What can you do if you are looking for an idea for a blogpost for the day? Done. I’m making progress already.

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miltonhooper

I feel compelled to write. It's just something I do. I have always heard that "everything happens for a reason". I feel like I write for a reason.

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