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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Call and Response

I really thought when I sent that fan letter to John Barrowman that'd I'd get back a form letter sort of response. "Hey, thanks for being a fan! blah blah blah."  But no!  It turned out so much better.  I understand he can't respond to everyone.  The letter I got in reply wasn't directly from him, and that's okay.  But it was obvious that his representative had read what I wrote! Woo-hoo!

Now I just have to get up the courage to write to David Tennant.  Maybe after I write to Catherine Tate, and maybe to one of the Top Gear guys too.  Yeah, all famous enough that I'm not likely to get direct responses,  but if even one or two of them have a nice person read and respond like this one, I'll be thrilled.

So, my ankle is all swollen and painful, but I coped at work.  Whenever there's a library card to make, I can sit for a bit while I do that.  Unfortunately, it was a very busy day, so even the hour when I was supposed to be working in the back, I was mostly out front forcing a smile to my lips.  I should have been on the renewals line.  Not only is it sitting down, but I can make my voice smile even if my face is struggling.  When they used to do performance appraisals, I always got points on my good phone voice. And in person, I do really try to smile!  It makes a difference.  If I have to go frowny-face when I tell somebody "no", it's a big deal.  And if it's a frustrating person and I go all poker face, no emotion at all, they really should take the hint and run.  But they don't.  I can shut down Helpful Me so fast it's not funny.  At least today wasn't that sort of poker face.  It was just "I'm in pain and I'm trying to just get through these last 20 minutes."

Aaahh, the yarn shop.  A place of color and camaraderie and peace and creativity.  And adjectives.  Not necessarily productivity!  Currently around the table, three of us are looking at new colors of yarn on a computer, I'm blogging and ONE person is actually knitting.  Nobody minds, though.  That's what makes this my sanctuary, even when it's not Happy Hour.

I can just feel myself growing calmer and more content.  The day isn't a loss at all!

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