Thursday, January 24, 2013
Evaluate This!
It's that time of the year again at my place of employment. What time you ask? Evaluation time. I hate evaluations! Not only are they demeaning: tell us what you think of your performance. But, they leave you (me) feeling deflated and anxious: here's why that's not good enough. I have never liked evals, no matter the job or company. I don't think I am alone in this thinking either. People of different levels and titles, all seem to dread this process. Who came up with this junk? Usually there is a tie between your eval and expected bonus and/or raise. That makes them all the more critical and annoying. I feel like the manager's job in these scenarios is to justify not giving you what you either deserve and/or want. My biggest problem with these corporate torture tactics is, you submit your self-evaluation, then the manager gets to look it over, before meeting with you. But you get their subsequent "rebuttals" at the time of your one-on-one meeting. So you're reading their crap, while they verbally try to jazz it up in your face. You never get the full scope until you get back to your desk. Yeah, they offer you "a few minutes to look it over", but for a slow and OCD reader like myself, I feel ridiculous taking my time to read it while they wait. My face starts to get hot and flushed, my stomach begins to tighten as I read the same sentence over and over trying to comprehend their comments. My girl, Ang, says the fair thing would be for both parties to exchange their evals at the same time. That way you know exactly how they really feel about your performance, not their answer or response to what you feel you've done. It would force them to be as "creative" as you to come up with something fresh and thoughtful. Furthermore, I wonder how many times, I have ranked myself a 2 or 3 and my manager may have thought I deserved a 4 or 5, but seeing my low self ranking, they decide to follow suit with my score. And yes, I used the term score, because that's how it feels. In my head I'm on the Star Search stage with Ed McMahon, patiently receiving my three and a quarter stars all the while attempting to look like I am a good sport about it. As I type this post, I am very much aware of tomorrow's looming deadline that hangs over my head like a cloud. I don't want to do it. I guess I will pull last year's evaluation and see how I've progressed. Just twelve months ago, I set some goals for myself. As of today, I have no idea what those goals are. Maybe this year I should include procrastination and retentive memory as goals for 2013.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
New Year, New Resolve
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! *confetti thrown*
I know it's a bit late, but hey- it's still the beginning of the year! I typically do not make New Year's resolutions. Although every year I vow to stop cursing for good (and subsequently fail), I like to keep my year rather easy-breezy. But this year, what I have decided is to stop giving needless advice. In conjunction with that, I have also decided to learn how to tune whiners and complainers out. My new motto is, "either do something about it, or shut the fuck up!" The not cursing is a work in progress. This goes for both men and women, friend, family and outsiders alike. But especially women. I get so tired of talk- it's cheap.
Here's an example: I know someone who would greatly benefit from a life-altering, essentially life-saving surgery. The kicker is, the doctors won't perform the procedure unless this person, we'll call "D", drops about 30lbs. Understanding how hard this could be, those same doctors have provided D with a special diet. If D sticks to this diet, they are confident the weight can be lost- and fast. Now I know diets aren't easy, but D essentially says that it's too hard to do right now. D is dumb. D is no longer my friend- D's choosing, not mine. But I feel stronger and less stressed with D not in my regular rotation of friends. Here is where my "resolution" comes in play, I said nothing to D when I was told this foolishness. Now that we are not "cool" anymore, I can completely ignore and disregard D. Because inevitably, from what I know, D will surely be complaining about the problem that could be eradicated with a couple of months of discipline. I mean it is your life right? You wouldn't give up on your life if you could do something about it, would you? Twenty-twelve MJ would have tried to convince D to make an effort. Twenty-thirteen MJ, could give a fuck. There's that pesky "F" word again!
My advice has ceased, or at least I am trying to stop. What brought me to this point? A friend of mine was frustrated about their current circumstance. She was going on and on. When I added my two cents, she shut me down. I mean she literally, cut me off while I was talking. I guess I wasn't talking fast enough. That wouldn't be the first time I was told that. But what was funny was, we were arguing the same point. I was essentially agreeing with her. She was so caught up on her moment of woe, that her instinct was to go on the defense. It was at that very moment, instead of arguing. I shut the eff up! I'm taking baby steps with this cursing. Whether you are caught in an endless cycle of an emotional roller coaster with a lover (former or present), friend or family member. If your issue is financial; you want to spend less to have and save more. Or it's your health. Whatever the issue, in 2013, let's stop talking about it and just do the damn thing! "Damn" is good, right? Regardless of if you can actually make your resolution become your reality, I have decided to stick with mine. Let the mindless head nodding and un-huhs begin.
I know it's a bit late, but hey- it's still the beginning of the year! I typically do not make New Year's resolutions. Although every year I vow to stop cursing for good (and subsequently fail), I like to keep my year rather easy-breezy. But this year, what I have decided is to stop giving needless advice. In conjunction with that, I have also decided to learn how to tune whiners and complainers out. My new motto is, "either do something about it, or shut the fuck up!" The not cursing is a work in progress. This goes for both men and women, friend, family and outsiders alike. But especially women. I get so tired of talk- it's cheap.
Here's an example: I know someone who would greatly benefit from a life-altering, essentially life-saving surgery. The kicker is, the doctors won't perform the procedure unless this person, we'll call "D", drops about 30lbs. Understanding how hard this could be, those same doctors have provided D with a special diet. If D sticks to this diet, they are confident the weight can be lost- and fast. Now I know diets aren't easy, but D essentially says that it's too hard to do right now. D is dumb. D is no longer my friend- D's choosing, not mine. But I feel stronger and less stressed with D not in my regular rotation of friends. Here is where my "resolution" comes in play, I said nothing to D when I was told this foolishness. Now that we are not "cool" anymore, I can completely ignore and disregard D. Because inevitably, from what I know, D will surely be complaining about the problem that could be eradicated with a couple of months of discipline. I mean it is your life right? You wouldn't give up on your life if you could do something about it, would you? Twenty-twelve MJ would have tried to convince D to make an effort. Twenty-thirteen MJ, could give a fuck. There's that pesky "F" word again!
My advice has ceased, or at least I am trying to stop. What brought me to this point? A friend of mine was frustrated about their current circumstance. She was going on and on. When I added my two cents, she shut me down. I mean she literally, cut me off while I was talking. I guess I wasn't talking fast enough. That wouldn't be the first time I was told that. But what was funny was, we were arguing the same point. I was essentially agreeing with her. She was so caught up on her moment of woe, that her instinct was to go on the defense. It was at that very moment, instead of arguing. I shut the eff up! I'm taking baby steps with this cursing. Whether you are caught in an endless cycle of an emotional roller coaster with a lover (former or present), friend or family member. If your issue is financial; you want to spend less to have and save more. Or it's your health. Whatever the issue, in 2013, let's stop talking about it and just do the damn thing! "Damn" is good, right? Regardless of if you can actually make your resolution become your reality, I have decided to stick with mine. Let the mindless head nodding and un-huhs begin.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Pulling it Together
I had a long night last night. Longer than I have had in a few weeks. It did not end well. And it left me feeling battered mentally and emotionally this morning. I look a mess. I mean, my eyes are puffy and red and my hair did not want to cooperate this morning. I feel like shit. On my favorite day of the week no less. I woke up with so much on my my mind that I began to minister to myself. It is a love/hate type of thing. I get all up in my own business and try to face the truth. That can be good for breakthroughs, bad for my tear ducts. I made it to work safely. While at my desk, I look up to the T.V. monitor that hangs on the wall in front of me. And what comes on? A Smile Train commercial. Oh, you're not familiar? Google it. Here I am feeling like crap, ready to go home and crawl under the covers, or better yet, under the bed and a Smile Train commercial comes on. Hands down, nothing will make you feel more like a superficial, narcissistic asshole than the Smile Train commercial.
I hear you God. I get it. Count my blessings. Stop sweating the small stuff. I only give you what you can handle. Focus on the good and not the bad. I will pull myself together today. I will try to smile. I will hope and pray that the family portraits that I am taking this evening with my parents don't look like shit. The geniuses behind that commercial have succeeded in making me feel uncomfortable. It is in this discomfort that I shall grow. Here's to planting seeds and forming strong roots. I hear you God. I hear you.
I hear you God. I get it. Count my blessings. Stop sweating the small stuff. I only give you what you can handle. Focus on the good and not the bad. I will pull myself together today. I will try to smile. I will hope and pray that the family portraits that I am taking this evening with my parents don't look like shit. The geniuses behind that commercial have succeeded in making me feel uncomfortable. It is in this discomfort that I shall grow. Here's to planting seeds and forming strong roots. I hear you God. I hear you.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Swinging Doors
"You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy."-Author Unknown
A friend posted this on her Facebook page this morning and I thought it was very poignant. Yesterday, I had a phone conversation that solidified the end of a friendship. Later on in the evening, over hamburgers, another friendship's sturdy foundation was being framed. I appreciate God's direction and His timing.
Years ago, when I was about 18 or 19, I overheard a woman mention how years prior she asked God to remove people from her life who meant her harm, were not adding anything good to her life and who were not overall positive people. She said that after doing this, people started "dropping off like flies". I thought this was ingenious and followed suit. I made my request clear to God and tried to verbatum, recite mantra-like, what the woman said. The funny thing about how God works is He does not always make an announcement that He is going to do something, He just does it. Almost immediately, both men and women started literally disappearing from my life. I would have a date with a guy and he would never show, never call. After stalking him and his family for several months (I was young; this was pre- widespread cellphone usage, so I was calling the house phone) I finally got the message, he was no longer interested. Years later, after we reconnected, I discovered, he was an all-around semi-loser: a failed marriage by the age of 30, 3 kids, 2 baby mamas, shitty apartment (not like mine is all that), panties on the floor, etc. I had dodged a major bullet!
There was another boy that I was crazy about, I wanted him so bad! The hopeless romantic in me thought we would be perfect together. But he would just disappear from time to time. What seemed at first to be his flaky-ness, I soon discovered was a greater plan. An exit plan that is. It took forever for me to make the connection, but it was one of the best things that could have happened. He, who is great on paper, was an absolute disaster in more ways than one. Bullet whizzes by ear.
It has not always been guys that have performed disappearing acts. I have had a series of girlfriends whose friendship did not prove to be as loyal as mine. There might be that highly audible silence or the sharp sting of a "defriend" on a social media site. When confronted (and usually that ends up being my role) they wince at my me-ness, i.e. the essence of me being me. Their faces twist and turn and they, whether on the phone or in person, exhibit absolute discomfort.
Yesterday's phone call was no different. After the conversation, I felt a mix of annoyance, irritation and clarity. I have to giggle sometimes because I totally forget my request to God. He, as always, has kept His promise. I, on the other hand, have a short term memory and tend to be heartbroken and confused. I asked Him to remove those individuals without a positive influence in my life, but I did not specify how He should go about doing it. While I am staring at a tree trunk, His sight is 10 miles deep into the forrest. For that I am grateful.
I will admit, I have a bad habit of clinging on. I want desparately for relationships to work. I am nostalgic about how things were, or at least how I perceive them to have been. I spend a lot of time thinking far into the future, about how things might turn out. I try my best to be a good sport. And I tend to miss my "exit stage left" cues. So the fact that God takes time out of His inevitably busy schedule and looks after me is humbling. It, for so many years now, has been my only defence against a potentially bad situation. But not for Him, who knows whom I would be married to, or hanging out with.
But again, that conversation left me clear. Oh, yes, I was to some regard dumbfounded, but a lot of what was said by this friend, I literally (in speculating with other girlfriends and my mom) had already predicted to be the "issue". When we disconnected, I felt sorry for her. But glad for me. Later, a newer friend and I had dinner and I realized that my friendship glass was not really half empty at all. In fact, I just needed a smaller cup. It leaves less room for mis- understandings and interpretations. Our conversation was genuine and honest. In between tears, we laughed- hard. Without me going into details, I mentioned how I would from now on, "just shut the fuck up" because obviously my personality and opinion is a problem (this is what was brought to my attention by my telephone friend). My dinner friend waved off this and said, "you don't even worry about that".
If ever there is any misconception, please let me clarify: my blog is about ME. It is not my commentary on the world, rather commentary on MY life. The good. The bad. The ugly. I do not use this as a forum to challenge anyone's thought. You can look at it as an exposed journal. These are my thoughts and feelings. If you read something and it makes you say, "I don't want to be friends with MJ." You missed the point. As a friend, you could have made this a teaching moment not a time to judge me or my personality missteps.
What the reactions I get from my blog prove to me? That I must be writing well. Well enough that I have ruffled feathers. My descriptions of individuals are steady and honest enough to evoke irritation. You can read my blog and know who it is I am talking about. That, my friends, is good writing. Which makes me happy!! I have crossed a threshhold. Not only with my writing and the blog, but also with my friendships. On this Thanksgiving eve, I am thankful for a creative outlet. I am also thankful for friends, in my life, and those God and circumstances pushed out. I fondly look at life as a series of swinging doors. When one door closes (my friend coming clean about how she really feels about me) another one opens (me having a free-flowing conversation with a newer friend). May God continue to let the door swing.
A friend posted this on her Facebook page this morning and I thought it was very poignant. Yesterday, I had a phone conversation that solidified the end of a friendship. Later on in the evening, over hamburgers, another friendship's sturdy foundation was being framed. I appreciate God's direction and His timing.
Years ago, when I was about 18 or 19, I overheard a woman mention how years prior she asked God to remove people from her life who meant her harm, were not adding anything good to her life and who were not overall positive people. She said that after doing this, people started "dropping off like flies". I thought this was ingenious and followed suit. I made my request clear to God and tried to verbatum, recite mantra-like, what the woman said. The funny thing about how God works is He does not always make an announcement that He is going to do something, He just does it. Almost immediately, both men and women started literally disappearing from my life. I would have a date with a guy and he would never show, never call. After stalking him and his family for several months (I was young; this was pre- widespread cellphone usage, so I was calling the house phone) I finally got the message, he was no longer interested. Years later, after we reconnected, I discovered, he was an all-around semi-loser: a failed marriage by the age of 30, 3 kids, 2 baby mamas, shitty apartment (not like mine is all that), panties on the floor, etc. I had dodged a major bullet!
There was another boy that I was crazy about, I wanted him so bad! The hopeless romantic in me thought we would be perfect together. But he would just disappear from time to time. What seemed at first to be his flaky-ness, I soon discovered was a greater plan. An exit plan that is. It took forever for me to make the connection, but it was one of the best things that could have happened. He, who is great on paper, was an absolute disaster in more ways than one. Bullet whizzes by ear.
It has not always been guys that have performed disappearing acts. I have had a series of girlfriends whose friendship did not prove to be as loyal as mine. There might be that highly audible silence or the sharp sting of a "defriend" on a social media site. When confronted (and usually that ends up being my role) they wince at my me-ness, i.e. the essence of me being me. Their faces twist and turn and they, whether on the phone or in person, exhibit absolute discomfort.
Yesterday's phone call was no different. After the conversation, I felt a mix of annoyance, irritation and clarity. I have to giggle sometimes because I totally forget my request to God. He, as always, has kept His promise. I, on the other hand, have a short term memory and tend to be heartbroken and confused. I asked Him to remove those individuals without a positive influence in my life, but I did not specify how He should go about doing it. While I am staring at a tree trunk, His sight is 10 miles deep into the forrest. For that I am grateful.
I will admit, I have a bad habit of clinging on. I want desparately for relationships to work. I am nostalgic about how things were, or at least how I perceive them to have been. I spend a lot of time thinking far into the future, about how things might turn out. I try my best to be a good sport. And I tend to miss my "exit stage left" cues. So the fact that God takes time out of His inevitably busy schedule and looks after me is humbling. It, for so many years now, has been my only defence against a potentially bad situation. But not for Him, who knows whom I would be married to, or hanging out with.
But again, that conversation left me clear. Oh, yes, I was to some regard dumbfounded, but a lot of what was said by this friend, I literally (in speculating with other girlfriends and my mom) had already predicted to be the "issue". When we disconnected, I felt sorry for her. But glad for me. Later, a newer friend and I had dinner and I realized that my friendship glass was not really half empty at all. In fact, I just needed a smaller cup. It leaves less room for mis- understandings and interpretations. Our conversation was genuine and honest. In between tears, we laughed- hard. Without me going into details, I mentioned how I would from now on, "just shut the fuck up" because obviously my personality and opinion is a problem (this is what was brought to my attention by my telephone friend). My dinner friend waved off this and said, "you don't even worry about that".
If ever there is any misconception, please let me clarify: my blog is about ME. It is not my commentary on the world, rather commentary on MY life. The good. The bad. The ugly. I do not use this as a forum to challenge anyone's thought. You can look at it as an exposed journal. These are my thoughts and feelings. If you read something and it makes you say, "I don't want to be friends with MJ." You missed the point. As a friend, you could have made this a teaching moment not a time to judge me or my personality missteps.
What the reactions I get from my blog prove to me? That I must be writing well. Well enough that I have ruffled feathers. My descriptions of individuals are steady and honest enough to evoke irritation. You can read my blog and know who it is I am talking about. That, my friends, is good writing. Which makes me happy!! I have crossed a threshhold. Not only with my writing and the blog, but also with my friendships. On this Thanksgiving eve, I am thankful for a creative outlet. I am also thankful for friends, in my life, and those God and circumstances pushed out. I fondly look at life as a series of swinging doors. When one door closes (my friend coming clean about how she really feels about me) another one opens (me having a free-flowing conversation with a newer friend). May God continue to let the door swing.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Wildly Composed
Shoshoni believed the Coyote as an indication of an ending. The sighting of
the Coyote was said to bring natural shifts in balance, causing an end (which,
of course, simply makes way for new beginnings, and so on). Essentially, the
Coyote is like a "way-maker" of new direction as it went about its symbolic role
of representing the cycle of life/death in nature. Whatsyoursign.com
Yesterday morning, while on the #6 bus heading downtown, I saw a coyote standing on the Columbus/Museum Campus bus stop. A real, live coyote looking at us as the bus drove past. In typical MJ fashion, I automatically attributed it to me. I figured God had a sign for me and me alone. Yep, that's how I think. Anyway, all day, I was trying to figure out how that sighting could tie into my current life. Was the coyote symbolic of me: wild, free, threatening?...
It took the whole day, and even until this morning before I settled on what I should take from this- if anything at all. Last night, I had a really good time. The kind of good time that is not spilling over with drunken dance parties and gut-busting cackles, but rather an outright affirming evening where you understand that contrary to even some of your own beliefs, you are not crazy. I felt comfortable and even tickled last night. I am going through a transition, or rather others are moving me towards a transition that they themselves are orchestrating. My lesson: just pick up your instrument, shut up and play your part.
There is no need to go into detail about the individual situations that brought me to this enlightened place. I mean in the long run, it's my handling and processing of tests that make up my true testimony. What is important to remember is, there is no need to have an ignominious outburst or outcome to prove my point. In a grad school counseling course, we were taught that no response, is a response. Like the coyote, in both instances, I stood quietly and watched the bus go by.
Yesterday morning, while on the #6 bus heading downtown, I saw a coyote standing on the Columbus/Museum Campus bus stop. A real, live coyote looking at us as the bus drove past. In typical MJ fashion, I automatically attributed it to me. I figured God had a sign for me and me alone. Yep, that's how I think. Anyway, all day, I was trying to figure out how that sighting could tie into my current life. Was the coyote symbolic of me: wild, free, threatening?...
It took the whole day, and even until this morning before I settled on what I should take from this- if anything at all. Last night, I had a really good time. The kind of good time that is not spilling over with drunken dance parties and gut-busting cackles, but rather an outright affirming evening where you understand that contrary to even some of your own beliefs, you are not crazy. I felt comfortable and even tickled last night. I am going through a transition, or rather others are moving me towards a transition that they themselves are orchestrating. My lesson: just pick up your instrument, shut up and play your part.
There is no need to go into detail about the individual situations that brought me to this enlightened place. I mean in the long run, it's my handling and processing of tests that make up my true testimony. What is important to remember is, there is no need to have an ignominious outburst or outcome to prove my point. In a grad school counseling course, we were taught that no response, is a response. Like the coyote, in both instances, I stood quietly and watched the bus go by.
Friday, November 9, 2012
To Antoine
As I type this blog at 3:44pm on a Friday afternoon, all I can think about is how much I want a cocktail- a really good cocktail. A really good dirty martini, just the way I like it: extra dirty, large olives, with ice cold vodka. I want it served up by a friendly, knowledgeable barkeep who knows the importance of letting a girl drink in silence. I want this drink served up, no later than 5:30pm today. My intention is to feel that giggly warmth within before 7pm. So that by 8 o'clock tonight, I already feel as though my weekend has started on the right foot. But what made me type this post, had less to do with my desire for that drink, and more about my need for the company I wanted to share that drink with. Antoine. Sometimes, on a Friday like today, when my workplace is quiet and time is moving extremely slow, I get a strong desire to have afterwork cocktails with Antoine- my best friend. The realization of how impossible this is, makes me (as I did today) come close to tears. I feel so sad. To have a friend, your best friend, so far away is depressing. There are just some events that are best with a "bestie". I love cocktails with anyone, don't get me wrong, but there is something celestial about afterwork cocktails with a good friend. As much as I would like to throw out a message on Facebook or via text to see who would be game, I know it's no use. I will only be disappointed at the "subpar" replacement. Today, I want my best friend. He will be home for Thanksgiving, but it's never enough. There are days when you just need your friend.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Simply Simpatico
I had a refreshing conversation the other day. It was with a girlfriend that I have known for 14 years. As on far too many occasions, I woke up with my mind racing. I was second guessing myself about an issue and needed a bit of advice. I called my uncle. I called my best friend Antoine. Neither one answered. It was 6:30AM. But I figured since they are both on the East Coast, they might be up and at 'em. No such luck. So I called my girl. She was fixing her lunch and getting herself and the baby ready to leave for the morning. God bless working moms! We chatted off and on until 8AM (hanging up when necessary) as she dropped the baby off at school, pumped gas and drove herself to work.
I gave her the scenario which had me concerned and she gave me an honest answer. More importantly, she gave me an answer that best suited me. I have learned the importance of having people who are like you around. Now, obviously, if you have serious issues, you may want to upgrade your friend list. But if that is not the case, it is good to have someone who can see things from your angle. Yes, you want people to tell you the truth, but if it comes served with you and your behavior in mind, it tends to resonate more. My girl is very similar to me. She and I have had a long lasting relationship because we have similar values and ideas about life and love. We have the same taste in clothes (the majority of my hand-me-down wardrobe comes from her), we are about the same size (though not now, she is pregnant with her second child) and enjoy the same foods, outings and entertainment. In a nutshell, if anybody can see things from my perspective, it is her.
Having someone around to give you the sobering 'devil's advocate' truth is nice and all, but it is good to have someone who actually gets you. I have a friend who is quite the opposite. She gives good advice, but there are times when I think her approach is stinging and sharp. I almost have to explain myself, to explain my point of view. But with a friend whom I share a more congenial relationship with, they already know. So the advice is more tailored toward me. I do not need anyone to hold punches, but after ending the phone conversation, it felt comforting to know that I was not only understood, but validated. It was divine order that I spoke to her and no one else. In advising me, and because she knows me so well, she presented a detailed portrait of how she saw the situation and the role I played within it. Demonstrating how my decision was a direct result of the type of person I am; she confirmed that there was no need to worry about the issue that hung over my head, because in the end, I was right.
I gave her the scenario which had me concerned and she gave me an honest answer. More importantly, she gave me an answer that best suited me. I have learned the importance of having people who are like you around. Now, obviously, if you have serious issues, you may want to upgrade your friend list. But if that is not the case, it is good to have someone who can see things from your angle. Yes, you want people to tell you the truth, but if it comes served with you and your behavior in mind, it tends to resonate more. My girl is very similar to me. She and I have had a long lasting relationship because we have similar values and ideas about life and love. We have the same taste in clothes (the majority of my hand-me-down wardrobe comes from her), we are about the same size (though not now, she is pregnant with her second child) and enjoy the same foods, outings and entertainment. In a nutshell, if anybody can see things from my perspective, it is her.
Having someone around to give you the sobering 'devil's advocate' truth is nice and all, but it is good to have someone who actually gets you. I have a friend who is quite the opposite. She gives good advice, but there are times when I think her approach is stinging and sharp. I almost have to explain myself, to explain my point of view. But with a friend whom I share a more congenial relationship with, they already know. So the advice is more tailored toward me. I do not need anyone to hold punches, but after ending the phone conversation, it felt comforting to know that I was not only understood, but validated. It was divine order that I spoke to her and no one else. In advising me, and because she knows me so well, she presented a detailed portrait of how she saw the situation and the role I played within it. Demonstrating how my decision was a direct result of the type of person I am; she confirmed that there was no need to worry about the issue that hung over my head, because in the end, I was right.
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