Dotty Parker

breathing

I talked to my friend P-glo today and we chatted about food and life and cookies and treats and cheese. (We went to a food store.)

We also talked about getting flipped out sometimes about what people say when we're at work or out in public. It's not like anyone says, "Hey Dotty, what the hell are you doing with turnips? You know that the turnip stew you made caused my uncle to die of turnip-related complications from the stew you made twenty years ago! Murderer!"

Nope. No one says that to me. Not anymore, anyway. But there are strange things that people say. Little trigger-y type things that make me go "echh" in a very quiet way.

P-glo told me about a woman she works with/for who takes breaks but will never give P-glo the chance to take one herself. P-glo announces she's taking a five minute break, sits down for a glass of water, and then the boss/co-worker says, "Oh, P-glo, will you get me a cup of tea?"

P-glo does it, because the person is her boss, and resents it internally.

We've all got those moments. Sometimes I let someone go ahead of me in line because they seem in a hurry and have only one item. They accept graciously saying something like, "Thanks, I've just got this one thing."

Then it turns out that one thing is some kind of special order from a company whose special order purchase order out of order come to order piece of paper doesn't work in that store so then they argue about using the tax-exempt number if they pay by credit card and then I'm left standing behind them ready to scream, "You knew this wouldn't be easy! You knew it you knew it!"

P-glo suggests breathing. Breathe deep and often. Slowly. Do your breathing from yoga. Think about that restful feeling and breathe deep.

You know, when I do it, it works really well. Other times, when I breathe, I feel like I'm breathing fire.

Posted by dotty at November 16, 2004 11:47 PM