I signed myself up for a little class on de-stressing. It was just a single session thing offered through the county. Heaven knows I could use help in de-stressing lately. What did I have to lose?
So I walk in and am greeted by an apprehensive-looking woman who reluctantly informs me that the class has been canceled due to lack of enrollment.
And not even an apology.
To say I was aggravated is an understatement. This is not the first time the county has canceled programs I've enrolled in at the last minute, and I was really looking forward to this one.
She and I had a little discussion exploring the business practices of alienating the little business one does actually have left. Her uninterested gaze reminded me that I was not dealing with a business person, I was dealing with a bureaucrat. So I ended the discussion and left.
Onc my way home, I spent a little more time dwelling on the situation.
And I had to laugh.
Imagine being in that woman's shoes.
Having to cancel a class at the very last moment like that.
And not any class, a stress management class --
to a stress case.
No wonder she looked so apprehensive.
Maybe I didn't get the worst part of that situation this morning.
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