A den of naysayers

It is difficult to work in an environment where people are trained to find fault with everything. People spend an inordinate amount of time engaged in CYA, for fear they will get blasted by their peers around the next corner. It's fairly exhausting.

Or so I'm told.

I remember nothing of my commute today, though I at least got in no wrecks. I am certain that I sat next to someone, and that I exited at Newark and took the PATH to Ground Zero. There was a pretty blonde on the PATH, it's true, who was probably Polish. Other than that the surface of Being was smooth and slippery, and nothing stuck. Which is becoming a pattern.