The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I am always fascinated by that moment when two people interact. It’s like an intersection of fate. Each brings different things to the table; different life experience, different perspectives. In every encounter, it is almost as if another entity is briefly formed as a result of the mixing of two unique individuals. If I could …

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I once attended a meeting in which a man said to me, “Did I say you could talk? I’ll tell you when you can talk.” Oh, where to begin. First of all, this is a guy who has been laterally passed from department to department like a flaming bag of dog poo. No one wants …

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I’m feeling cranky today because it’s my last day of vacation. I’m in the mood to gripe about stuff, so here goes nothing. It drives me absolutely nuts when someone who does not know me calls me honey or sweetie or darlin’. It sounds so condescending to me. It says, “I can’t be bothered to …

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