The luck of the Irish

Well it's been a couple of poor weeks at work of late, when you just try and keep your head down and try to get on with things as best as possible; without causing a scene or rocking the boat.

And it's real difficult for me, I'm a free spirited guy - I like to have fun at work, share a laugh and a joke along the way, be a little mischievous; but there has been little opportunity for that of late. Furthermore, it appears to me that some of my "esteemed" colleagues are attempting to clip my wings and banish the free spirit that lives within me, I don't know why and I don't care; bastards like that will never crush my soul. But still the lack of fun and mischief has kind of dragged me down of late, going to work day in, day out can get a little soulless at the best of times; perhaps even more so recently. And it started to tell its toll, to be truthful I lost a bit of faith in human endeavour.

Then along comes Friday, a day that started off badly and compounded my loss of faith. I had to get out of the office and went out on patrol, I teamed up with a colleague, Sid. I have always enjoyed the company of Sid, a wonderful, lyrical Irish guy who never stops talking. He has a great outlook and attitude towards life, never appears to let anyone or anything get him down and finds humour in everything. Truth be told I teamed up with Sid purposely to try and shake my dark clouds away; and it worked, boy did it work.

I spent the majority of my shift on patrol with Sid and he waxed away lyrically; and I spent my time roaring with laughter at his tales, jokes and anecdotes. It is a rare gift indeed, I think; the power to make people laugh and smile, to forget about their troubles and woes, just by being the person they are. Fun and laughter are the most powerful of medicines and Sid dispenses such with great warmth and ease. 

He changed my mood, he changed my day, he found the faith I thought I had lost; he is a man amongst men.

Listening to: Ten New Songs - Leonard Cohen