I'm Awake?

Is this day three or four...3 or 4 of my new journey challenge. I'm still tired.  I looked at my blog today and I think I need to change the picture on it or decorate it or something.  I'm not sure I'd want to read this if  someone else had written it. I re-read yesterday's post.  I was so sleepy that I don't remember writing it and it wasn't finished either

Work this weekend was unsatisfying.  I have this uncanny urge to just fly away like Peter Pan and go live with the lost boys. I love distractions because they give me an excuse not to deal with the issues at hand. Work, for me, is a distraction from real life.  I get to try and solve somebody else's issues for a whole 12 hours a day.

It's amazing how judgemental young people can be.  How uncompassionate. Like congenital Republican extremism.

I was talking to my young coworker. I will call her Ruby. (Why Ruby? I have no idea...it just seemed short enough and easy to remember).  I mentioned to her this weekend about an older coworker, whom I will call Inid, who just resigned and who I will miss dearly.  I told her about how much fun I'd had with Inid and  I suspected that she was illiterate.  Ruby felt that the Inid should not have worked there because she was a danger to the patients because she couldn't read.  I told her that the job should have offered her classes, instead of ostracizing her.

Ruby didn't feel that it was the job's responsibility to offer her classes.  I didn't either.  But, I've worked for employers who offer help  resources to employees who need it for things like illiteracy or high school diplomas. It makes the employee and the employer that much better.  On a job where the business is to help people how can you not help the people that you hire to help people?

It doesn't make sense. 

I stopped talking to Ruby because she didn't understand. And she was getting on my nerves. I told her that the conversation was over.  I was exasperated.  Okay...that's not all.  I talked about how my who Inid resigned was treated when she first came on the floor. Ruby still, thought that Inid should have worked somewhere where she didn't have to read.

The thing is:

Ruby was treated awful too when she first came on the floor, but she didn't remember that.  Hmm...

I can't even attach the word perfect to my name. But, I know that in most cases, I'm compassionate.  The quickness in which humanity detaches itself from being human is scary.  Our definition of compassion is incorrect and dysfunctional because we think that compassion is synonymous with pity.  Pitying someone doesn't do anything for the other person except reinforce the pitiers illusion of superiority.

How sad is that?

Anyway, my young friend thought I was mad at her and she kept telling me she loved me throughout the remainder of the shift.  I repeated to her "I love you too".  Just to let her know that there were no hard feelings about what we discussed.

Day three or four...day 3 or 4?