Circus
Sometimes when you’re at work you have to look at you job as if you’re at the circus. There is always at least more than one clown, one ring master who talks who does nothing and who can forget the people who love to walk the tight rope and pray that they never fall. Years ago I use to look at work as if I was in high school because there was always a drama queen or king on hand. People always brown nose as if it’s a popularity contest. At times I tend to wonder if I’m reading a section in one of Mother Goose nursery rhymes because folks are always crying wolf. It gets to the point some days you have to look at the nonsense, laugh at all the court jesters and keep watching the clock until you can go home. The moral of this story is don’t allow yourself to be apart of the circus. Be the customers – pay your money to watch the show and when it’s all over go home laughing at everything you saw for the day.
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