Mr. Pesky’s eye was lasered yesterday to remove a cataract and I took him to the appointment. I found his overall attitude is barely tolerable when food and coffee is withheld.
I should be awarded some kind of medal for not choking him out. Once coffee was administered, he was back to normal and the procedure wasn’t so bad. We go back today for a check-up, but for this trip, he will have a full belly and will be properly caffeinated.
The only reason we were able to tolerate the challenge is because there was no drama.
Last night, Perry got a phone call from one of his assistant managers stating they wouldn’t be coming to work this morning. She was having a full-blown break-up argument with her boyfriend.
While on the call, Perry could hear the boyfriend yelling loudly in the background — basically calling her vulgar names. A big ole relationship fight fueled by anger and explosive tempers. I’ve been there. On more than one occasion, I’ve been there. (But I didn’t call my boss in the middle of it.)
I don’t tolerate drama anymore.
In my early years, I caused my share of drama — and I tolerated a whole lot of it caused by others. But there comes a time in life you realize how foolish that was. You refuse to be sucked into it anymore. I’m at that point in life… and I’ve been here a long time now.
The chick should’ve taken her kids out of that drama and called her boss from the car — but when you’re young, you simply don’t think like that. As you age, you find your toleration meter pegs out at a much lower threshold than when you’re young.
Now you know: In 1975, the founder of Playboy, Hugh Hefner, lent his private plane (the “Big Bunny”) to operation baby lift to help transport 41 orphaned Vietnamese children to New York.