Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Virtue 8 - Day 1

Well, I see that the Queen of Spades has insinuated that I've been regress in my posting and, therefore, in my quest for self-improvement.  Admittedly, I didn't post yesterday, because let's face it - Virtue 7 was a flat out gimme, and I didn't want to rub it in to all you unclean folks.  I mean that like in dirty people, not Gentiles.  And as far as missing 2 days - I usually post in the evenings, and therefore only missed 1 day.  So there, Evie.

Anyhow, the next chapter in our ongoing saga is:

Tranquility: Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.

Again, being the even-keeled sort, I'm usually pretty good with this one.  However, I do have to qualify that with - I work in the insurance industry.  There's no such thing as a "trifle" or a "common, unavoidable accident."  In my business, we call those "claims" and they cost "money", and if you get too many of those, you no longer have a "job."

So, yes, I do have a tendency to nit-pick, because that's what I'm paid to do.

But before you leave me, bored out of your gourd - I did have an opportunity to practice my virtue today.  I got a really, really horrible salad for lunch.  The lettuce was, basically, partially frozen - so it was really, really, really cold, and the parts that had thawed were mushy.  Did I complain?  Did I stomp?  Did I throw a fit?  No, I did not.   Because, dearest reader, this is a trifle.  It is one meal, which I frankly could miss and my body would never even notice.  It is certainly not worth making a spectacle of myself in public, nor is it worth hurting the feelings of my friend, the restaurant owner.  So I ate the chicken off my chicken Caesar, and threw the Caesar part away.

I'm so virtuous, I might just barf.   Watch me and learn.

1 comment:

  1. Thou shalt not miss even one day of posting. There are people depending on you. Thank you for coming back. Your post has settled my nerves.

    Of course, I'm left wondering why you ordered a salad in the first place? Lettuce is disgusting, and if you're going to go to a restaurant it should be for something great, like a steak, or a club sandwich. Salads are a waste of money. You have disappointed Ben in your selection of grubbery.


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