One of those days…
The other evening my youngest daughter came home from her dog grooming job and she was dressed like she just came back from the gym. I asked her what was up with the clothes she was wearing and she just tilted her head and said “Dad, I had a really bad day alright?!?”. My curiosity piqued, I asked her what happened. Apparently, a big dog she was working on pooped on her, and not just a little, a lot (I’ll spare you the gory details). She explained one of the other workers lent her a spare change of clothes to get through the day. It made me think, we all have days when we get pooped on in one way or another. Every job I have ever had has its own version of getting pooped on and over time I have come to realize that these bad days give us perspective to view and appreciate the good days. I tried to share these thoughts with her, but she would have none of it. I will try again after the stink has passed.