A couple of months ago, Hui and I were helpers for a glass installation shop. The owner (let’s call him Jeremiah Billingsworth V for anonymity) seemed to like us, and I suspect that, never having employees that would give him intellectual stimuli, he enjoyed our mild eccentricity.
Angry over a Secretary
Hui and I had been practicing Zhuangzi’s philosophy, and we wanted to see if its teachings could pacify the often tempered Jeremiah Billingsworth. And a chance arose as he came to me disgruntled, spitting out insults and tobacco because of the shop’s secretary never having recorded the phone number of a client.
After a cooldown from that daily exercise, he asked for my thoughts. I spoke to him that milk must be turn into water–that would be a little odd. I actually asked why he was so angry over a sunken scenario (over spilled milk)? I didn’t care to explain that one is better off conforming with events and that his anger causes his pain because why would he want to hear that from me?
He replied that this is a business and that her mistakes are not fit for it. Perhaps he was more mad at the person than the loss, but in the end, he seemed to have calmed down, yet I am still curious to ask another in an ire a similar question and still more curious to ask myself in unfortunate circumstances.
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