Zen

No matter how much time I tried to sit still and meditate, I could never get my mind to stop running away from me.  In the few short minutes I managed to meditate in the last week or so, I came out of it feeling much better than I had in months.  If only I could get my brain to turn off on a regular basis maybe I could turn my life around. 

I needed to figure out what I was going to do next and hoped if I could clear my mind, everything would fall into place.  As much as I loved my job, the administration was working a number on me.  Half – or maybe more – of the administration thought everything was going swimmingly.  Solely due to the fact the patrons were happy.  They were happy because I could put on a brave face and could do my job in the face of one minor adversary after another. 

It was always shocking how much trouble one coworker could make, but I knew exactly how to do a simple work around.  I had become a master at manipulation and knew exactly how to hit back.  I knew what I was doing and needed to work quickly so no one would catch on.  Too bad I was picking the only thing administration cared about and watched on a regular basis.