because sometime it isn't a vent.. or a good news.. it's just.. a musing
My musing today is about my job because being a dog walker is weird sometimes. You take a member of their family and you love them and take them out everyday and you kind of get acquainted with the lives of their people..the ups, the downs, the promotions, the weddings, the babies, the proposals, the funerals..just bits of their lives and it's natural as someone physically close to the situation to want to say "congratulations" or "I'm sorry" or "I'm so happy for you" or "your new shoes are fabulous and you are going to rock that interview I just know it" or "I'm sorry you are going through a tough time with the new baby and if you need anything..I'd be happy to help" but you can't.. because you are separated by this weird almost tangible "the help" barrier of weirdness. Which is natural and necessary for professionalism and I get that but there are times when it sucks. There are times where you want to rejoice or offer a hand or do something.. but there is this huge wall stopping you.