I was refraining from blogging all week (I know, it's only the fourth day from my last entry). I thought I rather spend the time reading. Just a thought, it ends up to be. A soft breeze rattling the lustrous leaves on the tree.
I need an excuse though, for I've nothing worthy of mention. Except perhaps about The Rushes. Seriously, I may have been too harsh on her. It's always hard, I know, for a newcomer. Specially when the work processes are as inflexible and complex as ours. The policies are ancient and tuned for confusion, if I may say so.
Words had somehow reached The Rushes's delicate ears that she may have been too soft or "frail" in dealing with the other branch. So much so that she had apologised to her subordinate for this failing, which begot my empathy. There was guilt on my part too. At more than one occasion, I had put her in a difficult position, to the extent that she had taken a lot of flak and some extra workload when I refused to bend to her gentle requests transferred from the other branch. Though I have never acted or spoken without reason, at least that is what I think.
I am absolutely convinced that one needs a strong character to work with Hitler's Young, or as a matter of fact, with someone like me.
Come to think of it, when did I ever need an excuse to blog? I can be absolutely brilliant at writing about nothing, I know.
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Spoken like a true blogger... =)
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