Porkchop's Modern Life

So it's the end of the year once again and, as with every ending, I feel compelled to reflect on certain aspects before I proceed to the new beginnings.  Whirlwind. 2013. That is what you are. The only word that pops into my head when I think about you. So much happened and it feels like it went too fast. I could not savor the moments. I could not indulge. All I could do was realize how much time I don't have and the fact I can't make more of it. Reminds me of something I wrote earlier this year:  Time is a universal currency and is the one thing in the world that everyone has. Some have more, some have less but the way each individual decides to spend their share of time is what sets us apart. Schedules, itineraries, timelines, they all keep us on track but it’s what is on those schedules, itineraries and timelines that show how we, individually, decide to spend our time. Our personal choices with time are truly what makes us each our own person.  I myself would

dis·as·ter      [ dih- zas -ter ,   - zah -ster ]     Show IPA noun 1. a   calamitous   event,   especially   one   occurring   suddenly   and  causing   great   loss   of   life,   damage,   or   hardship,   as   a   flood, airplane   crash,   or   business   failure. I don't think there is anything at this moment that perplexes as much as when someone is using the word "disaster" in context that doesn't even remotely measure up to the word.  I currently work in a customer service based position for a shoe retailer. My job is fun and I thoroughly enjoy my interactions with customers, but sometimes there are customers who are a tad bit over dramatic. The other day a customer came into the store with clouds over her head, huffing about how what she purchased was not what she wanted and her experience was a complete "disaster". So I proceeded to listen and understand where she was coming from but I too realized I had something lo