Up to this point, I have always disliked Monday as a whole. Not that its really a bad day, but it means that my weekend is over and I have to face the reality of my day to day grind. Over the course of the last few months though, I have noticed a serious increase in, not only my displeasure at Monday's coming, but in everyone else's too.
The last few weeks especially, Monday mornings have become a game to see how many steps I will make it in the office before I get whacked over the head with the craziness of everyone else. Today, for the record, was 3 steps.
I've gotten remarkably better at keeping my cool as things get thrown at me.
Today for instance, one guy calls in with an injury, another guy, no call/no show, new employee starting that I had no idea about, so I have no work scheduled, another crew is running almost an hour late, its raining, all the networks are down, our voicemail box is ringing busy, and won't let anyone leave messages, one of my assistants calls off, but doesn't call me to tell me, and for good measure lets just throw in a family member being rushed to the hospital with an unknown bite. Before I can even sit down at my desk to accomplish any work at all its already lunch time...and in order to get lunch, I ask my assistant to grab some while she picks up the mail, and of course right after she leaves...nature calls.
So Monday is not winning any points with me. I'm sure its not doing anything intentionally, but do you think its possible that the reason Monday's are so terrible is everyone's grumpiness about the weekend ending? Maybe Monday is just misunderstood. Maybe the rash of bad Monday's is simply Monday making a stand and saying that its sick of being looked at as the bad day of the week. Perhaps Monday just wants someone to reach out and give it a big old hug and stop grumping about. Have you hugged a Monday today?
Monday, July 14, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Hoodwinked
I am perturbed. I don't want to be one of the masses complaining about gasoline prices. Heaven knows there are enough rants happening out there, they don't need my help. However, this morning, I got hacked off.
The national average for a tank of gas is now somewhere around $4.10. Around here, gas has been averaging between $3.93-$4.03 depending on which neighborhood you lived in. There were those sporadic stations that were in the middle of nowhere and will charge you $4.25 or some ungodly thing for the same fuel you can get down the road 15 cents cheaper, but I digress.
For the past several weeks, in spite of the rising prices, I have skillfully avoided paying more than $3.99 for a gallon of gas. It got to the point where it was a matter of principle. I refused to pay $4.00 for gas. So I knew my stations, I would route my trips to pass by these stations on fill up days. I was quite pleased with myself.
This morning, I needed gas. My gas light comes on in my driveway, which means I pushed it slightly too far and I'm not going to make it to my normal fill up place. So I go to an alternate.
The sign said $3.99 so I am pleased with myself and gladly pull up to a pump, still triumphant in my avoidance of the dreaded $4 per gallon price point. I start to fill up when I notice something...the sign is a ruse. The price for regular unleaded on the pump is $4.03. They got me. Communists.
The national average for a tank of gas is now somewhere around $4.10. Around here, gas has been averaging between $3.93-$4.03 depending on which neighborhood you lived in. There were those sporadic stations that were in the middle of nowhere and will charge you $4.25 or some ungodly thing for the same fuel you can get down the road 15 cents cheaper, but I digress.
For the past several weeks, in spite of the rising prices, I have skillfully avoided paying more than $3.99 for a gallon of gas. It got to the point where it was a matter of principle. I refused to pay $4.00 for gas. So I knew my stations, I would route my trips to pass by these stations on fill up days. I was quite pleased with myself.
This morning, I needed gas. My gas light comes on in my driveway, which means I pushed it slightly too far and I'm not going to make it to my normal fill up place. So I go to an alternate.
The sign said $3.99 so I am pleased with myself and gladly pull up to a pump, still triumphant in my avoidance of the dreaded $4 per gallon price point. I start to fill up when I notice something...the sign is a ruse. The price for regular unleaded on the pump is $4.03. They got me. Communists.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Feels like snow
I read a quote recently that "in an avalanche, no single snowflake feels responsible." As I feel the world around me shifting again, I must say that it is much easier to look at all the other snowflakes, than it is to be the one who actually caused this mess. How easy is it to blame everyone else? To feel all that righteous indignation and blame other people...truth is, I am that snowflake with a bull horn. I did this.
As to the depth of what "this" I did, those who know me best will know and for the rest, you can just assume that I've made some fantastic mistake for which I must deal with the consequences...trust me, the truth is far less glamourous than the version of my story that you are writing in your head anyway. The question that gets me is, why more people can't just say, I screwed up?
I broke your sunglasses. I ate the last cookie without asking. I shaved your eyebrows off while you were sleeping. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll. (that was astonishingly liberating)
Its amazing how often we will let our pride get in the way of moving forward. Amazing how long we will sit and be tortured by a bad decision, by guilt from something as silly as any of the things I mentioned, before admitting to ourselves or anyone else that we have a flaw.
Let me assure you all now, I am flawed. Wrecklessly and hopelessly flawed. However, the one thing I know I can do is admit when I am the one who made the mess. Its taken a lot of messes to get here, but lets just say, this snowflake is grateful for a little self realization and is working on shoveling her way out of this avalanche. One favor though...could someone pass the cocoa?
As to the depth of what "this" I did, those who know me best will know and for the rest, you can just assume that I've made some fantastic mistake for which I must deal with the consequences...trust me, the truth is far less glamourous than the version of my story that you are writing in your head anyway. The question that gets me is, why more people can't just say, I screwed up?
I broke your sunglasses. I ate the last cookie without asking. I shaved your eyebrows off while you were sleeping. I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll. (that was astonishingly liberating)
Its amazing how often we will let our pride get in the way of moving forward. Amazing how long we will sit and be tortured by a bad decision, by guilt from something as silly as any of the things I mentioned, before admitting to ourselves or anyone else that we have a flaw.
Let me assure you all now, I am flawed. Wrecklessly and hopelessly flawed. However, the one thing I know I can do is admit when I am the one who made the mess. Its taken a lot of messes to get here, but lets just say, this snowflake is grateful for a little self realization and is working on shoveling her way out of this avalanche. One favor though...could someone pass the cocoa?
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