Upon my return to work at the library following a short bout with Covid, I found myself rather wrought up at everything. Whether this was primarily due to being tired from a slower health recovery than I hoped I was experiencing, or from a spate of understaffing at work, or from having a lot of responsibilities and not much authority, or possibly due to a combination of all of them, I don't know.
But it was doing me no good.
So I decided to try caring less.
Here I am caring less.
And though I duly noted a dump of irritating transit items left for me in an overnight bin this morning, or the bizarre way that my manager, who is currently inappropriately assigned to the whole back room, keeps coming out to the front desk to answer the phone dangerously close to my personal space, or the continuing problem with the automated check-in machine breaking down over and over in the same way, it is all viewed in the serene manner of a Zen master watching a log drift downstream.
It's just a log.
Breathe.
A burning log.
Breathe.
Full of disease, heading for a wooden town full of innocents!
I can't reach the log!
Oh my god, someone stop that log!!!
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