Lessons learned through work

Here I am watching the second half of A Charlie Brown Christmas (namely, the little vignette part that was made years after the original, but is still fun to enjoy), and I felt the need to update the blog again. I mean, I wasn't able to write as much as I had wanted last night because I had to get to work (and I was 4 minutes late, big surprise). We actually got out at a decent time, before 7 for goodness sake. As much as I may have wanted to get to overtime, I do admit I like the fact that I'm easing into things this week, since it has been a while since I worked 5 days in a row. Although I probably worked more hours in the four days I worked around Thanksgiving than what I will probably end up working this week, and I didn't have too many problems then (although I was very tired by the end of it all). Sleep is important, as you all know.
Anyway, I have been thinking more and more lately about what kind of lessons I can learn from my time working at TRU. There was a guy who only worked 2 says including last night, and is not coming back (he made a point to tell me himself, as I guess I was one of the people he kind of liked). During the time I worked with him I got rather frustrated, because he didn't really listen too well. He would wander away and not follow directions and such. It was obvious that I was getting another lesson in patience (which I can always use, even though I do believe I have improved a great deal in that area). I think there were other lessons that I saw at the time, but lack of sleep and time have drained them from my memory.
The other main lesson I think I am learning at work is not judging people. There is one guy in particular who is always running his mouth, talking and joking and swearing and putting either specific people down, or people groups. (He in particular has an affinity for slamming the homosexual community, which irks me to no end.) I have thought about saying something to the effect of "Psychologists say that males who make jokes against gay people are likely to be doing so to hide their own desires." But I just haven't gotten the courage, even though I feel spiritually convicted to do something. He has made mention of how on his night off he is going to get drunk and apparently enjoy the company of a young woman in some way (which is probably supposed to be sex), and I wonder if that is really true, but also if his life is really that full. It seems to me that all the stuff he talks about makes for a hollow existence. I have known a good deal of what he says in my own life, both in past and to some degree present. I have often wondered if I was meant to be a witness to the people at work when it should be obvious that I should always be a witness to people, especially those with whom I have a closer relationship. I think I saw one of my co-workers putting a Bible in his coat, but I didn't say anything. What is wrong with me? It's going to be an interesting Christmas break since I won't have nearly as much outward involvement in things like leading a Bible study or IV on Thursdays. Only 5 more weeks until the next one, by the way.
Anyway, I should get to bed if I want to be able to get up at a decent time, but before I do, apparently there is yet another Charlie Brown Christmas special that will air tomorrow night that I am going to make a point to see. Why we need another one, I don't know, and I wonder if it will cheapen one of my favorite Christmas specials (the original, anyway).
Also, I want to note that my first entry updated its timestamp, so all is well there. I don't know why I care so much, but I have to care about something.
And heck, one more note. I know this blog is new and maybe not a whole lot of people know about it yet, but if you happen to read this, whether or not you know me, would you mind leaving a comment? It'd really help me out. (Okay, I really just want to know if anyone is actually reading this thing. I want my literary ego stroked, okay?)