I met my new "IT guy" yesterday...I hope its not my "former" already but we'll see.
I choose to believe that he could not comprehend that anyone as hip, slick and cool as I obviously am could be as computer illiterate as I claimed to be. So, when I could not remember my e-mail password...no, to be real honest, I did not even know I had an e-mail password...he freaked.
Never one to let a good freak-out go by unattended, I stepped right up and there we went. When I realized he needed what I think of as my blog's password, I quick gave it to him... which did not sooth his un-quieted mind for a minute. He ordered me to write it down to which I snarked back that it is written down (which it isn't and I do need to...).
Ruckus very cleverly interrupted at this point to let me know it was his dinner time so neither IT nor I lost face in taking a break.
IT finished his work; I paid him, both of us being very sociable.
There's a good example of "though I make my bed in hell, God is there," which is probably a paraphrase, written somewhere in the Bible.
That kind of fear-based anger coming at me triggers my fear-based response. I'm accepting of the fact that this response will likely be with me until three days after I'm dead. It's what I do with it that counts now.
I can let it be and put it at the top of my "things to remember about my IT guy." As in, patience is not his strong suit. His impatience is not personal to me. Not being able to give him what he wants...and asap...will happen again.
And there. There's my holy ground. There's where I can stand still, keep a God-focused mind and simply ask that he (God and/or the IT guy) give me a minute...and repeat as needed until I reach my calm.
Our holy ground: God focused.
Thank you.
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