The art of helping people help themselves.

Bit of a headache today, wondering if it is last nights strawberries, the low pressure, dehydration, chiro work, or poor sleeping. Getting very tired of headaches.

I was just plain old running late today. Got a call from a client, and I explained I would be in by 9:30. I hopped on the train, enjoying my new umbrella, and as we descended into the first tunnel the lights and air went off. The train came to a stop. At first people were calm, then they started grumbling. The poor girl in front of me was headed to the airport, and I think my empathetic stress for her didn’t help my head. I noticed a young man that seemed anxious to get into a seat, and when he did, we winced. He was carrying a large bag, flipping through a graphic design book, and looked otherwise healthy. As I stepped off the train, I plopped a business card into his book and said, “You look like you’re in pain.” I may never hear from him, but at least I offered to help. It was my first random train-carding.

I seem to have a hard time “getting it together” recently. When I get home, I don’t feel like taking the time to get everything cleaned up and taken care of. I need a syringe full of energy and ambition. Do they have that without any negative side effects?

Along the same lines as my previous comments regarding being close to the men’s locker room…Often times I get a whiff of cologne, or aftershave from under the door. Many times it is strong and icky. Every now and again it is yummy and delicious. Guys, let me tell ya, clean and soapy is the way to go.

It is completely infuriating to have a nice dinner with some people. They are funny, charming, a truly good person, and to them, I am nothing but a way to not eat dinner alone.

There was also another weird incident in the train this afternoon. Two girls got into a yelling match. One of them was VERY loud and VERY foul mouthed. For the first few seconds it was almost funny. Then she went on and on, and kept saying how ghetto she was, and how proud of being ghetto she was. This girl had a chip on her shoulder a mile wide. I really, REALLY don’t think she realized that she wasn’t saying she was proud of her heritage or culture. She was, however saying, that she was proud of being violent, disrespectful, crude, and vulgar.

I am excited about Easter.