Hell found me

Hell found me. Again. It wasn’t like I was looking for it. It just seems to show up. The Bible people seem to think that hell is a place that you go when you die. If you have done bad things and haven’t asked for forgiveness, this is the corner you get put in for eternity. Trouble is that I have lived long enough to know that hell isn’t a place that you have to wait till you’re dead to visit. I don’t even think it’s necessarily a place. I think that hell is everyday, in my line of work anyway.

I wake up every morning, swing my legs over the edge of the bed and think to myself “Are you sure about this. Do you really want to get up and face this today. Stay in bed. Stay at home. Someone else can fill in for you today.” It would be nice to listen to myself now and again, especially when I know that hell will be visiting me.

There are other days that hell creeps up on me. I expect to sit in my office all day and do paper work or research on the computer. But no, here it comes, smacking me in the back of the head like the bully from grade school. A telephone call, an e-mail, a request from a co-worker is all it takes.

I was doing well until hell came home with me. I used to be able to go home and hide, but it decided that I didn’t get enough at work. Hell just walked right in and sat down on the couch. Made itself right at home. I have managed to kick it out for a little while, but it still drives up and down the road, honking its horn at me. Stalking me. I think I will buy a baseball bat.

I think I have resigned myself that hell is going to be around till I die. Or someone dies anyway. If I’m lucky the Bible people will be right and there is another place I can go to get away from hell. I just wish I could find that place here on earth for a little while. Just a few minutes of heaven once in a while. I think I could deal with hell a little better when it finds me. Again.