I regrettably have a few stories that start this way. It's not so much that I avoid a measure of grace when I am wrong or at fault... it's that I am far too gracious.
2009 is turning out to be kind of an asshole. I have now divvied out three serious apologies. It's the ninth for crying out loud. The mystery to me is... WHY???
The closest of my friends...
have for years told me to stop saying that five letter word and get on with it. Truthfully, it's not really in my nature to argue. I was privy to those late-night, stair-sitting, banister-clutching noises that emanated from the kitchen where my sister and mom would scream at each other. I would eventually, when things got unbearable, intervene and play mediator. This is a role I am (obviously/annoyingly) comfortable with. So, when someone is directly upset with me... well.. I'm not really sure how to deal with it. I am not equipped.
The direct correlation between this... and my job is well... obvious. I was thinking about how I always get into a pickle at every job. Once it was this kind... but like most girls... I like it...........
The Apple Sisters and McClure's Pickles
Delicious!
At any rate, I somehow always manage to be the fall guy. No it wasn't my fault your boyfriend cheated on you, left you and let you ride out your lease. I also had nothing to do with the incident with that misplaced cake order. I packed up the boxes before relaxing on the set... so no you didn't deserve that apology. And neither did you or you or you or you..... !
I blame you... Mr. Apologies. You have made me lose friends, lovers, and jobs. It is obvious to me now, after apologizing for the last 25 years that perhaps it's time to squelch that flame of sorries. You've been a terrible friend Mister... and we're through! Here's your Dear John,
Last one, I swear. Back to work. No sorry attached.
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