Raking Muck in the Third Millenium

I used to have a sign over my desk in a newspaper office long ago, in Gothic script it read Rake Some Muck Today. In today's world, raking muck is something of a lost art. I may not be able to singlehandedly bring it back, but this is a start.

24 December 2010

Un-Christmas

I have never really been Scrooge-like.

Normally, no matter the stresses, I can push everything aside and concentrate on the holidays, but this year, I am having trouble focusing.

Avoidance of office politics has always been a priority with me. Certainly during the season of Good Will. However, this year, I've been getting serious grief from people at two of my four jobs. (I am no longer a Jamaican with five) And this is coming with no discernible reason, continuing right up to Christmas.

My boss describes this as a "woman thing," an attitude I feel is Neanderthal at best, as well as majorly non-productive. Envy? Jealousy? Is that what he means? Whatever, it only serves to get me depressed.

And, it should serve as a lesson. Playing politics is un-Christmas.
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