I’m jabbering to Facebook more than Honey & Quinine lately because I’m sensing a growing distinction between between witnesses and friends, and I like to think I have more witnesses at FB than H&Q. Even my postings here at H&Q are shared at FB, but I don’t know they draw more attention than my “status reports” which I try to post once or twice a day.
Communicating with people who are blessed with a touch of propriety in their corpuscles has always been my goal but at the risk of sounding paranoid, for reasons I won’t explain here and now, I’m beginning to sense, it’s not my friends, but witnesses who have the upper hand in shaping my life. I feel mostly friends read Honey & Quinine, though witnesses are running the table, so to speak.
My employer officially owes me more than $3,000 in back pay. He says he’s not making any money, and from what I have witnessed around his business recently, I know why. Still, I’m not cutting back on my efforts to maximize my positive impact at work by suggesting ideas I feel will help the business. I want him to succeed. The process is taxing to a patient man, and I have the patience of Job. I’m hanging in there by virtue of principle, rather than friendship, though I keep smiling.
I don’t know why I still have electric and water that should have been cut off weeks ago. Maybe it’s because the city extends a break to people who live in their own duplexes. Regardless, I’m going to find out why they’re still connected Monday afternoon and pay what I owe, thanks to a redeeming paycheck from Springfield Business Journal for my three articles in the September issue. I didn’t pay my property taxes, thanks to no pay from Rock City, but I’ve received nothing in the mail from the tax people. Employer has promised to take care of that in the week ahead. I don’t believe him.
I don’t think I’m on the precipice of paranoia, but I understand paranoid people never know anyway, thanks in part to the tacit, stealthy deceit of witnesses. Even so, one must love everyone because witnesses sometimes wear sheeps’ clothing and false accusations are worse than no accusations at all.
AND, witnesses and friends are essential to networking, and it seems to me that blogs and Facebook are created for networking. If the tree named ME falls in the forest, I know I will have company when it falls, but it will be 99.9 percent a company of witnesses. Witnesses are a blessing. They make it easier to fall because they are potential testaments to the process and outcome and the tree, falling knows that others will know. Someone will hear it. Witnesses enable a turn of events of little consequence to be more than it is.
They make it show business.
Live long . . . . . and proper..