The choices we make...

I have been reminiscing a lot lately, as I am sure you are aware. Well today at work I had this odd, random, recollection of when I was twelve. At twelve I had my life pretty much fully mapped out. At thirty I hand planned to have atleast two kids, a loving partner, and a good career as either a soldier, or as a pilot. I had even mapped out what, I thought, would be the appropriate progression to get there.

Well I can tell you now that I have none of that. The only thing I have is a reasonably decent job, that pays OK, which I came to within spitting distance of quitting today. More on that later. So aren't they the most funny things..., those choices we make. What is even more amusing is the choices that fate makes for us.

It's that whole "Fork in the road" thing again. As an example when I was twenty-one, I left a perfectly good job that I was thoroughly happy in (Driving trucks), to go to University. Now I could have done this straight after highschool, but chose to get a trade qualification instead. So anyway..., university. I had some of the best times while at uni, I had some of the worst as well, but that is for another post. University, not only did it get me a degree, but I learnt so much about myself, and where I fit into this world during that time. I had several good relationships, some romantic, some not. I have to admit though, it was a little harder for me given that I was a few ears older than the contemporaries in my year. That, coupled with my personality, made it difficult to connect socially.

Had I not left driving, I would not be then same person, in my opinion. I would still have been me, just not me..., know what I mean. There are those choices again! Life is funny like that.I guess what I am trying to say, is just weigh up all the options you have, very carefully.

So anyways, my day started off shit, withing about twenty minutes of starting my shift, I got the worst most arrogant caller to date. He really was an arsehole, he was arguing the point on a bet he had taken. It was all to do with a percentage, I am not going to go into all the details, as it would take to long to explain, and more than likely boor you to tears. Suffice it to say the call ended up that everything that was wrong with the agency was my fault and that I was a thief stealing his money..., yes he made it personal. TO top it off I got no support from my boss..., AGAIN!!

However, and I am not sure quite how I did it, but something inside me snapped. Maybe it was my "Serial Pragmatism" (Thanks Dan!), I guess I just stopped caring. After the call I left to go outside and have a smoke and to calm down. After that I had the best day! I was happy all through the rest of my shift. And I have to say my mood was contagious..., everyone seemed to perk up. The whole team had more fun in that one afternoon than we had, had, in months. It would be really nice if we could carry that on, but I doubt it.