I have a very busy mind and focusing is
a chore for me. Fortunately, I have Kathy and her death glare that
compresses me into a focused beam of energy. Kathy joined the
workforce in 1983 at 13 years old and she's been living their ever
since. I on the other hand at 21 years old I hadn't worked a day in
my life...until I met her that is. Her work ethic sickens me but now
I have to measure up to it. Having had an easy life up until now
makes it a daunting task. “Hey Kathy! I finished my list today!”
I sometimes bragged. Her retort:(With Sarcasm) “Oh I'm so happy for
you! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!” Or when I socialize
in excess she snaps at me: “What do you want?! Don't you have work
to do? What are you just going to watch Karen eat.” But my favorite
is that death glare. If I'm getting off track, she often won't say a
word. It's a burning sensation with a feeling of worthlessness all
over me coming from those sharp watchful eyes forcing me to get it
together. My first job has been filled with doubt and stress because
I've had a sheltered life. But this woman of steel rose up the hard
way without higher education or money or a support system as good as
mine. She's a hero and an inspiration to me, when my frail and
sheltered spirit thinks that things are tough Kathy puts it in
perspective and I realize my problems aren't problems at all. I want
to be as tough and cool as she is, she sets the mark for me to get
away from my shamefully frail spirit that doesn't like confrontation
or challenges. She's so hard to please by I love her anyway. Because
she's making me a better me every day.
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