The universe is currently looking at me now with a shit-eating grin, winking and saying:
In no particular order, I'll give you a quick recap the week's biggest highlights thus far:
I took a leap of faith and threw myself into a new community project. The people I met are light-years ahead of me in terms of life success and career accomplishments. They are in general waaaaay better at life than me. The project itself is far beyond me too. There's no way I can possibly contribute in a meaningful way. But I dove in head first anyway, thinking “What the hell do I have to lose?”
Someone I've known for a while now – someone I really respect and share a great connection with – recently went through something very similar to me in a parallel way. He's a dude, and his situation has some differences from mine, yet he went through some of the exact same things I did.
Namely, he was thrown under a bus by people with more power than him, kept in the dark about the charges held against him, was read a guilty sentence by a (corporate) jury who lacked legitimate proof, was stripped of his voice and ability to defend himself, and was left vulnerable to face the guilty sentence of a corrupt (corporate) court.
Tell me, dear Jury – if what he did was so undeniably wrong, then why all the need for the cloak and dagger? Why take such measures to refuse him a fair trial? Why are there so many conflicting sides of the story? Why all the cover-up?
The ashes from the burnt paper trail are everywhere. Why did the paper trail have to be burnt?
Tell me dear Jury – why do you feel the need to render him so defenseless ... unless you the Jury have something to hide yourself?
Despite these forces against him and against all odds, he's decided to be a badass and reclaim his life back into his own hands. He's not just going to lie down and take that shit.
Today I was able to listen to his story, offer him a resource, and show him my support.
Back to Monday:
I started training the new girl at work. I really like her. She seems a little shy and nervous, but who the hell isn't on their first week on the job? She's working with me, so I'd probably be a little nervous, too. It's cool though. I really, really like her.
Until I found out she's my boss's boss's daughter.
My Boss's. Boss's. Daugh. Ter.
When I found that out I almost shit my pants.
Oh Jesus Christ I really hope I don't fuck this poor girl up. Turn her into a swearing, crusty younger version of me, slamming the phone in Superman's ear when he speaks to her disrespectfully, knocking back black coffee like it's a Jell-O shot, coming in hungover with bloodshot eyes and not giving two shits about who notices.
I really hope I don't scare her away from returning for her second week.
Received my jury summons in the mail from the County Jury Commission.
I see you, Universe. I see you winking and smiling at me like Ryan fucking Gosling with his manicured hipster beard and sea green eyes.
Whatcha got for me next?