The View from a Drawbridge

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

I’ve worked with several pathological liars in my lifetime. It’s a mental disorder that I struggle to understand, because there seems to be no emotional payoff. Do these people not realize that for the most part, everyone can see right through them? They’re certainly confronted enough. This causes them not to be trusted, and their …

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When I was a child, I used to imagine that if a genie granted me three wishes, one of my wishes would be more wishes. As if I were the only person on earth to ever have thought of that. As if I’d never run out of ideas for wishes. As if I were a …

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A friend of mine apologized recently. She said, “A couple of months ago, you told me you loved me, and I didn’t respond in kind. I’ve felt guilty ever since. I’m just not good at being open like that.” Now I feel guilty, because I hadn’t even noticed that she hadn’t responded in kind. And …

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There is an interesting human spectrum that tells you a great deal about people. I call it the generosity spectrum. But it also has a great deal to do with trust, confidence, kindness, and a sense of karma. At one extreme, you have people who are so wide open that they put themselves at risk. …

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It seems rather simple to me. The more you give, the more likely you will be to receive. And even when I don’t receive, I just feel better when I give. One of the things I try to do regularly is send out kudos e-mails here at work. I don’t know why people find it …

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Generosity

The View from a Drawbridge

I can always tell when my coworkers are burned out. They stop coming to work early. In fact, some of them will arrive a few minutes early but wait in their cars, only coming in at the last possible moment. They are perfectly within their rights to do so, of course, but what that means …

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One thing you can’t get away from in Seattle is beggars at stop lights. It breaks my heart because I want to help them, but I can barely help myself. And even if I could afford to help, there are just so many of them, so who do I choose? And which ones would spend …

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