Jan. 17th, 2014 09:27 pm
On balance
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muckefuckI left work in such a good mood today, at the shuttle stop, I began engaging the woman in front of me in conversation. Normally I just want to get home without anyone getting on my tits. I asked myself what was different and realised that I'd spent a far greater chunk of my day hearing the sound of my own voice than usual. It's enough to make me rethink what I should be doing for a living.
Basically the whole morning was taken up with a "train the trainers" session for small discussion group facilitators. To get a benchmark of where we were at, she asked us each to stand up and address the room for about a minute. While the others were jotting down what they might like to say, I jumped up and spoke my piece. At the break, I shrugged off compliments. This is the kind of thing that comes so naturally to me I reckon it to my "invisible competencies". Plenty of people, by contrast, would rather be punched in the gut--repeatedly--than have to get up in front of a roomful of people. So this is a talent I could be making much better use of than I am.
Certainly I've got to do something to keep the job interesting. I'm not going to be returning to the front desk any time soon--not unless there's a real shakeup of personnel. As the old adage goes, don't make someone a priority for whom you are merely an option, and that's all I was to them. Worse, I was an afterthought: It was clear I only heard from them when they were preparing something else and realised, "Oh shit, I never got back to Da." Sad to end fourteen years(!) of service on such a sour note, but it happens all the time--just ask the GWO.
He's doing magnificently, btw. New curtains arrived Wednesday and now he has a properly Wizard of Ozian nook for his cataloging work. His nasty scrape from his spill on Sunday is healed up to the point where he can be seen in public without his Carnival mask. We'll be celebrating with brunch on Sunday morning and dinner at jinju Sunday evening.
Basically the whole morning was taken up with a "train the trainers" session for small discussion group facilitators. To get a benchmark of where we were at, she asked us each to stand up and address the room for about a minute. While the others were jotting down what they might like to say, I jumped up and spoke my piece. At the break, I shrugged off compliments. This is the kind of thing that comes so naturally to me I reckon it to my "invisible competencies". Plenty of people, by contrast, would rather be punched in the gut--repeatedly--than have to get up in front of a roomful of people. So this is a talent I could be making much better use of than I am.
Certainly I've got to do something to keep the job interesting. I'm not going to be returning to the front desk any time soon--not unless there's a real shakeup of personnel. As the old adage goes, don't make someone a priority for whom you are merely an option, and that's all I was to them. Worse, I was an afterthought: It was clear I only heard from them when they were preparing something else and realised, "Oh shit, I never got back to Da." Sad to end fourteen years(!) of service on such a sour note, but it happens all the time--just ask the GWO.
He's doing magnificently, btw. New curtains arrived Wednesday and now he has a properly Wizard of Ozian nook for his cataloging work. His nasty scrape from his spill on Sunday is healed up to the point where he can be seen in public without his Carnival mask. We'll be celebrating with brunch on Sunday morning and dinner at jinju Sunday evening.