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Carol H Tucker

Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan

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Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...


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Day after Valentine's day

A strange dream where I did something wrong with the filing of a financial statement for a customer.  Apparently I had left out some pages of a document [whether that was deliberate or when I had scanned them pages stuck together was not clear and apparently didn't make any difference].  For some reason, it became a legal issue that meant I was not only going to be fired, but both PBS and I were going to be proscecuted by the Fed for fraud. Bossman was both stunned and pleased to find out that he could heap all the blame on me, even though he understood that I hadn't done it on purpose - he did ask me what in the hell I was thinking and if I understood that I was going to go down over this.  I was talking to our company's lawyer on the phone and numbly listening to his legal rigamarole when I woke up amd laid there for a minute with all the emotions chasing through my body, mind and spirit.  The most outstanding thing I felt was befuddlement and bewilderment accompanied by a feeling of overwhelming desolation -- I knew that I had not meant to do anything wrong, but I couldn't argue with the appearance of wrong-doing.  I got up much earlier than I intended to, shaking my head to dispel the lingering aftereffects.  Regret is a strange emotion, you try to learn from your gaffes but you can never erase them, neh?

After that, this picture seemed to speak to me.  And yes, despite having declared that I would never ever smoke, I smoked for almost a year back when I was in Alaska.  Did I stop because of the health warnings?  becasue of the cost?  because of the smell of smoke?  Nope -- just suddenly noticed that the only way I could really get rid of the taste of a cigarette in my mouth was to have another cigarette.  Instead of lighting up, I went to the bathroom and flushed the remaining pack down the toilet and quit.


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