The Juice Gives Great Phone.

Not to brag, but I give great phone.

Seriously. As grumpy, persnickety and ornery as I may seem in real life. Over the phone I am the epitome of kindness, grace and peppy good nature.

Normally that type of good phone work gets a response from the person on the other end of the line with equal parts happiness. Not here, not here at my work where good manners went to die. Here my happy little spit fire nature is met with what can only be suspicion or confusion. Like these people aren’t used to talking to nice people. I don’t get it.

My adventures here in office land have been met with failure. I appreciate the kind and open vibe of this place but there are no manners that I have come to expect via email and phone and in PERSON over the years. There isn’t that genuine love for what is being done that I got spoiled with at my old job and there isn’t any PASSION here.

I still do not regret quitting my old job but I’m starting to question the longevity of this position. I may lose my mind here.

Thank God I have Yoga. Or I would if my body and mind would stop collapsing so that I cannot go. But hey, Yoga is always there right? A patient, loving friend waiting to wrap its arms around me once I am fully able (mentally and physically) to return to its embrace.

Thank GOD for YOGA.

Cuz I ain’t kidding my friends. I wouldn’t make it here without it.

“You cannot do yoga. Yoga is your natural state. What you can do are yoga exercises, which may reveal to you where you are resisting your natural state.” ~Sharon Gannon