(Not) Just Another Day at Work…
By reflexes April 22, 2008
It was just another day at work… well, at least that’s what I thought.
That started just like any other day going to work/client: wake up in the morning, take brekky, do the bath stuff and dress up, walk to the bus stop, take the bus to work, take a snooze on the bus, get off the bus, hop on to the next available lift, get off the lift, find an available seat/desk, take off my jacket, open the bag to take out the notebook and… something *special* that made me wear a big smile!
Let’s admit it, probably most parent-workers out there run through the same routine to work everyday. Humans as we are, while we do enjoy working for our family or even if we do enjoy our profession/work, we are still not exempted from feeling the boredom of doing something routinary such as the rituals of going to work. However, I realized that parents probably get some respite once in a while when something breaks that routine. I’m referring to some small things that our kids do, whether intentionally or not, that gives us the welcome break that we need from time to time. For example, when you come home from work and your kids greet and present you with some small craft they’ve done, that will surely take the work stress that may be still be hanging around. Surely, there are many other things that our little bubs do that gives this magical effect. Today, that *special* thing that came out of my work bag made me smile… probably the entire day.
And so there I was on that day… walking into the our client’s office as an esteemed consultant… unpacking things out of my black Targus bag: among them, my gray laptop, its black power cord, and entangled with it was that *special* something… my daughter’s pink toy jumping rope. I looked around if others did see (and probably giggled)… ah… but I didn’t really care… it didn’t really matter. That pink jump rope is owned by someone special and what she did made my day!
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The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
‘Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart -
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part -
Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long -
From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town -
Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and paise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came -
The Kingliest warrior born!
- Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)
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