8th Feb. Days Like This. Monday.

When you don't need an answer, There'll be days like this...

I just have to remember, There'll be days like this.

So says good o' Van Morrison. He's from Dublin, or Belfast. Either way, he's Irish, bless him.

My head feels fuzzy.

So says a lovely Kathleen Kelly upon receiving a gift of daisies, a happy dose of flowers to treat her most terrible cold. A cold that came upon right after a break-up.

But I don't call it a break-up. I call it "letting go." It's an active passivity kind of decision. I don't think temporary pain can be weighed against long-term benefits. Umm, reap what you sow concept? It's been planted, now it's undergoing some storms, some droughts, some seed scattering. Just wait till that Harvest.

Right?

I'm trusting. Decisions like this are the one's that determine the kind of person I'll be tomorrow.

Not that the decisions made in conference rooms on the 23rd floor of the Downtown Phoenix Headquarters of Wells Fargo don't hold as much weight in the Joy of 2020.

{I just have to comment on my group interview for the Bank Teller Position at one of the local branches.
I won't say much. Just a little about the girl to my left with the carefully styled black boofy hair, the caked on orange makeup and black mascara, the black dress outfit (it was an Outfit, probably found in the 'Business Professional/Clubbing on Girls Night Out' section at one of the two hundred malls in the greater metropolitan Phoenix area. It was completed with closed-toe black platform shoes, which are what I would soon learn considered an Add-On, i.e., an accessory...), and the super pumped 'tude. She was prepared with answers for each of the five key questions the Wells Fargo recruiter asked our group of nine. My favorites, though:

Question: Name a significant professional accomplishment. What were some of the challenges you overcame? Was there a particular recognition you received?
Pixie's Answer: Okay. So I, like, haven't had any real challenges yet but I finally got accepted to beauty school and it starts in May and I, like, know it's going to be super hard but I'm, like, ready because I know that it'll be totally worth it.

Question: Why do you want to work for Wells Fargo?
Answer: Well, I want to be a hairstylist and I know that, like, I'll learn how to interact with the same kind of people I'd, like, encounter at the salon.

Question: Have you ever met a sales goal? If so, what was the reward?
Answer: Yes! OMG, like, every Christmas I work at Fashion Square, and we have this thing where you, like, have to sell so much and when people buy stuff we try to get them to buy Add-Ons, like, accessories and stuff. And when you sell it you, like, can win the denim! And I totally won the denim this year! (Squeezed-face smile!)

I'm sorry. I know it's awful but she was so stuck in that packaging you buy Barbie's in. Totally. After the interview she looked at me as we were getting on the elevator: OMG that was AWFUL! I'm so nervous!}

Me, too, Trixie. Me too.

But even she deserves this job over me. She was nervous at least. Me, I didn't really care. I have a cold, for one. And I have a job I love (my professional challenge? getting individuals up a 13,000 foot volcano. The reward? standing on the summit with people who just did something they doubted they could accomplish. anyways.). Why did I go then? To have more characters to write about, for one. And to cross it off the list. I might have always wondered if Bank Teller could've been my calling.

Not today.

So thank goodness there are remedies for days like this. I went to the Nature Preserve and took notes on the desert.

And then of course there are the people that You use on days like this.

All the same, days like this don't end until the worst part is confronted and wrestled with. And night is here. Dang it. I hoped all day it wouldn't come and yet here it is staring at me all big and black and more intimidating than the thoughts I had while standing patiently on the elevator as it shot up to the 23rd floor this morning. I felt my ears pop and could only think about what it would be like plummeting to the basement. Funny that I came out a 100% Optimist on my latest spiritual gifts assessment.

Anyways, I'm going to face it. Me and Van, who's now singing Tupelo Honey, which I've actually tasted. And it is sweet. Even on days like this, I imagine it would still be sweet. Thank goodness for consistency.