June 2, 2007
What am I doing here, behind a counter, wearing a polyester uniform, a hair net and a badge that tells the world my name and that I know nothing about such simple things as making coffee and bagging doughnuts. Life does toss some curve balls. No matter how much I tell myself it is the person inside that counts, that the important thing is to do the job well, not the job itself but the voice, the internal mocker, internal reality check tells me this isn't where I'm supposed to be. Not that there is anything wrong with it.