We were all curious how the year would start off at work. So many people had today off, but for us it was a normal day. Fully staffed. Well, except for three out sick. And one whose two-week vacation in Italy got...lengthened by a flight cancellation.
But still, relatively fully staffed. Today was either going to be slow because people were taking the day off or nasty because they'd be home to call on a product recall. It ended up bouncing back and forth between both.
And then I got my first caller of the year. And he was a self-centered asshole. Rude, yelling, interrupting every sentence. We get a lot of them. I get my share. My co-workers enjoy reading the particular way I document those calls. We all have our own style of documenting what gets discussed. Oh, to be able to blog some of them!
Fortunately, he didn't set the standard for the day. He was the only one for the day. I get three or four a week.
But earlier this evening I got to thinking about how arbitrary the new year feels to me. There doesn't really seem much unique about the day other than the spot on the calendar. I wondered whether I'd do a resolution or not. The pagan in me can see the magical significance of taking a special time of the year to make a commitment for the future.
But I think that New Year's isn't really the time for it. Winter isn't about new beginnings, is it? No, that's spring. Winter is more a time for cleaning out. For getting the mental and spiritual cobwebs out. And from a calendar perspective winter is still pretty fresh upon us.
So there will be a Resolution. I don't know what yet. But I know when: the spring equinox. Hey, I'm an ecclectic pagan, after all... so it's my path. Get your own. :-)
Posted by fictionman at January 3, 2005 10:08 PM | TrackBack (0)