Lessons from Work

Here are a few lessons I learned at work this week:

-Do not scream at the person who answers the phone. She is rarely the one who made the mistake that you're calling about.

-Do not blame the person at the front desk because your appointment is running late. It's not her fault.

-Do not make plans to go anywhere immediately after work. You may end up staying two hours late.

-Do not push the nurse who is trying to treat your son. She may have you arrested.

Get the point? Yes, it's been a crazy week, and it's only Tuesday! Maybe for Purim shtick I'll put a dummy in my seat with a sign that reads, "It's all my fault!"

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll try to get some sleep.

Grow up!

Every office has one. A grouch. A pain in the neck. Whatever you want to call it.

You will now be privy to what I would like to say to my coworker, but wouldn't dare.

Ever heard the phrase, "It's not what you do, but how you do it?" Yes, we know how much you do here in this office, and we appreciate it, but we don't need you on top of the rest of us all the time. We have our work, and you have yours, so if we're sitting around chatting, it means that we're finished what we have to do, even if you haven't.

How come it is that if you make a mistake, you're human, humans make mistakes, and it's okay, but if it's someone else's mistake, it's the biggest deal in the world?! Are we not human?

Yes, I understand your life is hard, but sometimes, so is ours! We don't come in screaming at everyone when life is tough at home. We leave our baggage at the door and pick it up again on the way out.

With all your seniority, etc., you still have a good number of years left to live. Please, make them pleasant ones, for yourself, and for us.


Thanx for listening. I feel a lot better now.

'Twas great!

So, I'm back to real life. My trip to Israel was amazing - a real breath of fresh air. I didn't realize how much I needed this until I was there.

Seeing all my relatives, davening at kevarim of grandparents and tzaddikim, going to the Kosel, to Kever Rachel (off limits in my seminary year!) - there's no words to describe it.

I hope it'll keep me going until the next time I can go.