Good Humans

 No harm in anyone reading my Friday post since I've only had 4 views on my blogs and I think I'm one of them.

I don't like talking or thinking about the person that wrecked havoc on my life for a long time.  I think it was a painful lesson.  I equate this person somewhere between Newt Gingrich and Sandra Bullock's ex-husband Jesse James.  Just a bad human.  Very bad.  Hiding in sheep's clothing.

I don't want to be around bad humans.  I know that is unavoidable but I'd like to keep it to a minimum if possible.  People tell me they miss my sense of humor now that we work at home.  Well good for you.  I don't miss your back stabbing.  Go watch a Netflix comedy if you need humor.  

I have been thinking about the nail salon I used to go to in Shorewood.  It was right near their library and I always parked my car there.  I'm not sure what the owner's nationality was, but he was a nice man, along with his wife.  I missed going there.  I went to my friend for awhile when he came back to town and left and I felt bad that I left this nail salon.  I only went once a month and the prices were real reasonable.  The owner was so flattered that I traveled from the west side over to the north east side.  I read reviews online so to me it was worth the trip.  I had stopped going when the pandemic hit.  And then, I thought do I really need it?  I had just started my treatment at the cancer treatment and I just got into a new car lease.   It just didn't seem necessary for the time.  I don't wear sandals anymore and I always break my nails anyway if I get a manicure.  

It wasn't about the nails.  It was about being around good people.  The owner had done my manicure around the holidays and he talked about how he was taking care of a dog that had cancer.  He would take the dog for chemo treatments.  I thought what a nice human.  Some of the customers were so nice to talk too.  It wasn't about doing the nails.  It was about being around nice humans.

It's been kind of tough at work dealing with unhappy people not happy with the changes and I feel like I've been on the receiving end.  I dread signing into my emails to see who is unhappy.  I was happy for awhile and the last two months?  Not so much.  

I just want to be around good humans.  

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