Captain’s Log 4,420
Where’s my Zen? Thank goodness for the support of friends. That’s all I can say right now. I am surrounded by rude fools who care not for how anyone is treated, especially me. People are merely numbers. Vision is all about money. I am so sick I could puke. I was treated like a paid house slave yesterday, so I packed up my things and left. Out the door. I could not bear it another minute. I apologized for my failure to hide behind a mask of indifference and pretending the farce being played out before my eyes did not bother me.
I can so relate!
Joanie, Hairdresser Exceptionale, knew I was upset and called to invite me out for lunch. Potato tacos with a good friend is a nice way of putting priorities in order. The cage has been rattled. I hold the key. Every day I get closer to actually putting it in the lock to set myself free.
There are good people in all of this, but they are vastly overshadowed by the strong wills of a few. A smart person knows when’s she’s beat. I hope I am smart.