I got to see George Strait with Martina McBride in March, on his farewell "Cowboy Rides Away" tour. Good memories.
This isn't George, but it totally sums up that whole evening for me.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Where to start?
I haven't written in quite a while. I lost my spark, my drive; possibly even myself for a little while. And life got busy.
In the words of my favorite 2 year old. "Ya. That happens."
I'm not going to update you on everything that has happened over the last while; I am sure it will come out in posts as it is ready to.
What am I dealing with lately?
"Moral injury is perpetrating, failing to prevent, bearing witness to, or learning about acts that transgress deeply held moral beliefs."
Ya. That happens. Unfortunately.
My heart hurts.
New job (from beginning of this year) came with a challenging co-worker. Challenging co-worker got terminated a little bit ago. Challenging co-worker, among other things, was inappropriately touching and otherwise verbally harassing our younger male contractors. Seems he had a history of doing that. At least once, to a minor.
My heart hurts.
One of the young men asked me, during a conversation, if I had not noticed certain things about the way they acted around him, precautions they now took. I hadn't.
So in addition to Momma Bear being very angry, Momma Bear was also beating herself up for not noticing; not protecting them, not stopping it.
I have *mostly* worked through it, but various other things keep coming to light that are in the ~ How could someone I know, and used to trust, do something like that? Only strangers do bad things like that. ~ family of thoughts.
He is gone; he is no longer my problem, or a threat to *my* staff/co-workers. But did he learn his lesson? Is he going to continue his behaviour somewhere new? I know its not my problem, but ... my heart hurts.
It's healing; I am trying not to carry other people's baggage. I have a really great circle of friends around me, (most of whom believe in tough love, which is what I need) and a really great team at work that are all working together to help as they can. It was really heartwarming who made offers of help after dude was canned.
It was also completely hilarious the way all the men-folk who work under my supervision treated me, for the first couple of days, like a fragile little thing that was going to burst into tears if they said the wrong thing. Sexist, but funny, and nice. Thank God they went back to normal after a few days.
In the words of my favorite 2 year old. "Ya. That happens."
I'm not going to update you on everything that has happened over the last while; I am sure it will come out in posts as it is ready to.
What am I dealing with lately?
"Moral injury is perpetrating, failing to prevent, bearing witness to, or learning about acts that transgress deeply held moral beliefs."
Ya. That happens. Unfortunately.
My heart hurts.
New job (from beginning of this year) came with a challenging co-worker. Challenging co-worker got terminated a little bit ago. Challenging co-worker, among other things, was inappropriately touching and otherwise verbally harassing our younger male contractors. Seems he had a history of doing that. At least once, to a minor.
My heart hurts.
One of the young men asked me, during a conversation, if I had not noticed certain things about the way they acted around him, precautions they now took. I hadn't.
So in addition to Momma Bear being very angry, Momma Bear was also beating herself up for not noticing; not protecting them, not stopping it.
I have *mostly* worked through it, but various other things keep coming to light that are in the ~ How could someone I know, and used to trust, do something like that? Only strangers do bad things like that. ~ family of thoughts.
He is gone; he is no longer my problem, or a threat to *my* staff/co-workers. But did he learn his lesson? Is he going to continue his behaviour somewhere new? I know its not my problem, but ... my heart hurts.
It's healing; I am trying not to carry other people's baggage. I have a really great circle of friends around me, (most of whom believe in tough love, which is what I need) and a really great team at work that are all working together to help as they can. It was really heartwarming who made offers of help after dude was canned.
It was also completely hilarious the way all the men-folk who work under my supervision treated me, for the first couple of days, like a fragile little thing that was going to burst into tears if they said the wrong thing. Sexist, but funny, and nice. Thank God they went back to normal after a few days.
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