I Put My Trust In You

The footprints in my mind lead me to the doors of Smokey bones today.  It was a historical building so we could not alter the steps.  They had a little hiccup step.  It was so unsafe, we had to have a really good handicapped ramp.  That really is a great analogy for my time with Darden Corporation.  The woodwork was gorgeous and the staff related fairly well even though they were very different.  I guess that that was a surface current.  I kept my head down and just did my job.  I did not question the realities that people presented to me.  If there was a kindness, I just took it as that.  I knew when to come and I knew when to leave.  My heart aches over mean, and so I use all of what might be called "psychic" abilities on leaving before verbal abuse starts.  Moon and stars were determined by the cruelest of the cruel, The House of Azreal, the Archangel of Death.  I know now that this helped me understand "friend", but that there are no angels.  It is a disease of less evil, verbally.  I wish not to go into my time there, but I wrote to Oscar today, the General Manager of that musical mess.  In the end it doesn't even matter.