"no"

Such an easy word to say. No. I say it a lot. I think. A few months ago I was unable to say No and am now getting ready to go to Ypsilanti to help train a bunch of volunteers, interns and new staff at the agency I used to work for. I'm getting ready to go but I'm wishing I had said no so I could continue my impromtu naptime this afternoon. There is something so lovely about taking a hot shower on a cool afternoon and sliding into bed with really soft sheets to watch tv for a few minutes and then waking up all cozy and warm with Willie Horton (cat or man) all snuggled up next to you. But then the not lovely part is realizing, OH SHIT, you were supposed to be at a meeting up at the school of Social Work and now you are going to miss the meeting and have to hurry a little to get to Ypsilanti to train a bunch of people that you don't care about on an issue that while you care about it, you are too dazed to be passionate about it. And the sad part is that when my ex-co-worker asks me to help her train the new volunteers in another few months, I will say yes because this ex-co-worker was one of the only people that respected me and was nice to me during my 4 years at that hell hole.

So. What does this say about me? Be nice to me and you will be able to get me to do just about anything.