58 bar steep fall 29.69 1mph S dewpoint 34 Spring
Waning Crescent Moon of Winds
“Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I’ve had two instances of this this week and I seem to have trouble learning the lesson. On Wednesday AM Heather, who manages the corral in the museum’s lobby, demanded my presence and Grace Googins. We were needed immediately, at 9:50 AM, to greet our 10:00 tours. When we showed up a bit later than she liked, she was rude and insistent that “a memo had gone out.” Later, I confronted her, told her I did not like her attitude. She had an attitude and her facts were wrong. Our tour group, it turned out, didn’t show up until 10:10 AM. She apologized later, but I was still angry. My reaction to her injured me, a lesson I recognize from years of being angry at my father. Still, not a lesson I’ve learned. Such confrontations weigh on me. I need to learn a new style.
This morning I had a chance to indicate I’d learned a lesson. Michelle Byfield-Stead was the lead docent for a tour I had agreed to do as a sub for Careen Heegard. This was the third time I had Michelle as a lead docent. Each time she has called at the last minute, last night it was late in the evening, and had this excuse or another. I have never had a tour with her where she was prompt. This is disrespectful and downright annoying.
So, I could have gone in this morning and assertively explained to her my problem. Instead, I only saw her in a group and I was rude. Again, not a positive response. I was downright passive aggressive. Geez. I know better than this, but somehow, every once in a while, especially if I’m really irked, I act out. Not always, but sometimes.
Still niggling at me even now. Sigh. I expect better of myself, but like Paul, find myself doing those I would not do and not doing those things I would.
