I received a form letter in the mail today – it was from the Hotel California – they were begging for alms. My eyes kinda glazed over after reading the first sentence or two and then I looked down at the bottom of the letter – the Penguin had written me a note – it said “James, don’t take it personal.”
I knew what she meant – “Don’t take it personal, that I fired your ass a few months ago from cutting the grass around here – instead, think of all the really good work we do – and dig deep! Because that new guy cutting the grass? Guess what? He needs to be paid too!”
I smiled – “Don’t take it personal,” I thought. She certainly had a way with words alright. No, I wouldn’t take it personal – life’s too damn short for that, (and the island too bledy small!) – besides, I just landed right on my feet, and it turned out my bad luck was really just someone else’s good luck!
(I’ve taken that whole bad luck/good luck notion onboard after reading the “The Good Luck of Right Now”).
But I sure hope the Penguin doesn’t “take it personal” either. Because the way I see it is, the Hotel getting a few cents less? – that just means someone else gets a few cents more!