Life can be frustrating.
Yesterday, I spent two and a half hours on my second trip to the Sprint store because an update took away the voice-control functionality of my smart phone (the reason I bought it). When they offered the standard line, “We can’t ever go ‘backward’ with software,” I felt about as frustrated as Miss Manners at a Kardashian reunion.
It is especially frustrating when we feel things are out of our control. Even though I’m acutely aware of the victim mentality and its causes, I began to feel a little like a “victim” of the corporation that is, sadly for my hometown, poorly run.
But then I checked myself. If wresting with the cell phone company is my biggest frustration, how lucky am I? I have a roof over my head in a safe neighborhood, located in a free country. I have plenty of clean water to drink and it’s pumped directly into my home! I have plenty to eat (my tailor would say “too much”), and I have the means to go out for meals and drinks on a regular basis. I am busy with great economic opportunities, I add value, and see tremendous potential in my future. I’m surrounded by great friends and family who are eager to and kind enough to help me when I need it; plus they make me laugh.
I spent hours last evening outside at a nice restaurant laughing (yes, even after the phone store debacle) with my buddy Tony. I love him like a brother (even though he’s not very funny). Another friend, George, happened by, and I invited him to join us. As the conversation (and jesting) went on, George remarked, carefully, that I looked better than I had for years. When he asked why, Tony chimed in right away, “He’s in love.” And he’s right (she’s wonderful).
So as I considered my life on balance, the frustrating phone fiasco feels fairly facile. [grin]
But you can bet I’ll be shopping around for a new provider … when I get time.
I am not a victim.