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My
friend, Sue McLauchlan Faulkner, who has known me since the second grade &
assures me that she is still happy to know me, posted this link on Facebook.
And
it reminded me of a story.
Of
when I stopped therapy & started screaming.
A long day ago, when I was one of two of the oldest employees
working in a young, crazy, creative, unpredictable environment of very young,
very creative, very pierced & tattooed & very unpredictable people, I
found myself weary of fighting with a new CFO.
Who was definitely not that young, not that creative, not a
piercing or tattoo visible.
And in my view, that crazy, that unpredictable. Without the creativity.
While I cannot remember what this particular CFO did to drive me
toward the edge of the abyss, it led me to leave my very comfortable, &
very Jaki Jean at the time, office.
I left my Feng Shui water fountain, my collection of red-haired
Barbies (some natural, some who had visited Jaki Jean's Salon of Rit Dye), my
mini-fridge, my poster of "Women Who Dared" & my shelf holding my favorite books of
any time: A Woman Killed With Kindness, This Sex Which is Not One, The
Complete Works of Emily Dickinson, To The Lighthouse, Amazons, BlueStockings & Crones, A Wrinkle in Time, The Missing Piece Meets the
Big O.
One never knows what one might need to read in the course of a
work day.
That day, when this particular CFO was driving me to the edge of
the abyss, I walked away from words & wisdoms & icons manufactured &
natural & created & sound sof water over rocks & went to the
back of the building.
To the warehouse & the open bays.
I exited through one of the bays, I went past the loading space,
& screamed. Screamed loud & without
restraint.
Cleansing me of all frustration
& anger & uncertainty.
Suddenly, just as I was feeling calmer & more in control, my
friend & co-worker Clyde ran across the space between me & the bay
doors.
A gun in hand, screaming at me to get down.
I did not get down.
I looked at him & said, Clyde,
I am OK. I needed to scream.
He lowered the gun, took a deep breath & said:
Good God,
woman, tell us next time.
Only in Texas.
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