Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
The earlier part of this week work was depressing. I spent hours on end searching for part numbers that, were the world I work in designed differently, would have taken moments. I was rather annoyed by the system. I realized that the people I work with were not weird because they were engineers, but because it is a coping mechanism that allows them to continue to function in the environment. Each has their own way, I found myself on the cusp of turning. I could either chose a way to vent my insanity, or I could just continue, let come what may. I talked to some family that evening after work, and chose a third path.
May 1st, 2006 at 2:17 pm
and the third way is ?? ruovl
June 23rd, 2006 at 2:39 pm
two roads diverged in a yellow wood…. and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference…
uncle d