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Tuesday, September 01, 2009
I must learn to be more patient
One of my coworkers is, quite possibly, the nicest man in the world. Kind and sincere. He also stutters and is hard of hearing. I hate myself for becoming impatient with him when he doesn't get something or I find myself repeating myself. I hope he doesn't sense my frustration. After all, I should only be as nice as he is!
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We have the same at my office (the one I named "Sid Flagelman") and he's the nicest man but drives me bugfuck crazy! I try to treat him as I'd want someone to treat my grandpa and that makes it easier. (I sometimes flirt with him just for kicks. Not sure if the kicks are mine or his! heh)
ReplyDeleteLOL what Lisa said!
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