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Lessons learned

Lesson 1: You cannot count on people to do the right thing. You just can't. It doesn't matter how much you explain or how much in the right you are, people will never understand; you're wrong, and they're right. End of conversation.

Lesson 2: People are like horses. I said just a few hours ago that people are like horses with blinders, who see little else than what's in front of them.

Lesson 3: People will never own up to their mistakes. Especially when they're higher up on the food chain. Even if they just think they are. More often than not, they'd rather that you end up as something resembling a meat shield, rather than own up. The only difference is that the bullets are figurative.

Lesson 4: The guy at the bottom of the food chain gets creamed ALL the time.

Lesson 5: You're expendable until the day you die.

Lesson 6: People don't care if you've done your best (and they haven't).

Lesson 7: People will always want to deal on their own terms, even though there aren't any real terms at all. They just make stuff up as they go, regardless of leaving you hanging in midair. You only matter when you're dead or dying.


I now end this appropriately with a quote from House:

"Everything's conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions."


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I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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