Life is such a sweet insanity.
I love life and people. This is a place where I can write down what's happening, what I'm thinking, what I'm seeing and what I'm feeling. After all, life is just one blog entry after another.Wednesday, May 05, 2004
He Saw The See Saw.
I haven't written in my blog the last couple of days because I've basically been out of my mind. You know, the usual bout of emotional instability.
Let's just say that on Monday I went red-lined the "emotional response scale" with a lot of screaming and cussing during a heated discussion at work that left everyone with mouths gaping and me walking out the door for a half hour of downtime to find my sanity. If anyone working for me had acted such as I did, they would have been fired on the spot. In that respect, it's probably a good thing I'm the boss. But that does not make my behavior any more tolerable, and I've offered my sincerest apologies to victims and witnesses. But you know how you sometimes know that you've wrecked things permanently? I kind of feel that way now. So for the last two days I've been REALLY quiet and just doing my thing.
On the inside, I've been looking for the reason that I went postal. In all actuality, there isn't any one reason... more like the culmination of a lot of a variety of things going on in my life. Earl being out of town. The feeling of a hampster running on a playwheel while I'm at work... running, running and running but not going anywhere. Crappy Central N.Y. weather. The lack of a parking space. Imperfect people in an imperfect world. Bush Lite and his cast of idiots in the government. Acid rain. Shaving irritation. Rude people in the elevator. Constipation. You name it. I guess I've been just damn cranky.
I'm not a big fan of being in management. Unfortunately, that's a problem when your title is "Director of Operations". I don't like telling people what to do. I like to show them what to do, teach them, mold them, but I do not like managing them. I don't want to decide who stays and who goes. I don't like telling people that they are no longer valuable to the company and to pack up their desk. I don't like deciding who gets a raise. I don't like doing employee evaluations. Let's face it, I barely like people.
My ideal work scenario involves being on a project team, working in concert with others towards a common, pre-planned goal. Tell me what to do and when to do it by then leave me alone in my work area and let me get it done. Let me contribute to the vision, don't make me be the lone painter of the big picture.
Earl's response, God love him, is "fix it." And he's right. When you have a problem, you correct it. If you have an issue, resolve it. And I've been thinking about how to do that.
I know that this entry must seem vague and perhaps idiotic to the casual reader. Maybe that's appropriate. I've been feeling vague and perhaps idiotic.
All I know is that on Monday I was at the lowest point of the emotional see-saw. Now, the only way is up.
It's amazing that I was such a bastard on Monday considering the wonderful weekend Earl and I had. "The Punisher" at the local drive-in. Beautiful summerlike weather. A walk through Onondaga Lake Park. Saturday night supper at a 50s hot dog stand. It was glorious.
Let's just say that on Monday I went red-lined the "emotional response scale" with a lot of screaming and cussing during a heated discussion at work that left everyone with mouths gaping and me walking out the door for a half hour of downtime to find my sanity. If anyone working for me had acted such as I did, they would have been fired on the spot. In that respect, it's probably a good thing I'm the boss. But that does not make my behavior any more tolerable, and I've offered my sincerest apologies to victims and witnesses. But you know how you sometimes know that you've wrecked things permanently? I kind of feel that way now. So for the last two days I've been REALLY quiet and just doing my thing.
On the inside, I've been looking for the reason that I went postal. In all actuality, there isn't any one reason... more like the culmination of a lot of a variety of things going on in my life. Earl being out of town. The feeling of a hampster running on a playwheel while I'm at work... running, running and running but not going anywhere. Crappy Central N.Y. weather. The lack of a parking space. Imperfect people in an imperfect world. Bush Lite and his cast of idiots in the government. Acid rain. Shaving irritation. Rude people in the elevator. Constipation. You name it. I guess I've been just damn cranky.
I'm not a big fan of being in management. Unfortunately, that's a problem when your title is "Director of Operations". I don't like telling people what to do. I like to show them what to do, teach them, mold them, but I do not like managing them. I don't want to decide who stays and who goes. I don't like telling people that they are no longer valuable to the company and to pack up their desk. I don't like deciding who gets a raise. I don't like doing employee evaluations. Let's face it, I barely like people.
My ideal work scenario involves being on a project team, working in concert with others towards a common, pre-planned goal. Tell me what to do and when to do it by then leave me alone in my work area and let me get it done. Let me contribute to the vision, don't make me be the lone painter of the big picture.
Earl's response, God love him, is "fix it." And he's right. When you have a problem, you correct it. If you have an issue, resolve it. And I've been thinking about how to do that.
I know that this entry must seem vague and perhaps idiotic to the casual reader. Maybe that's appropriate. I've been feeling vague and perhaps idiotic.
All I know is that on Monday I was at the lowest point of the emotional see-saw. Now, the only way is up.
It's amazing that I was such a bastard on Monday considering the wonderful weekend Earl and I had. "The Punisher" at the local drive-in. Beautiful summerlike weather. A walk through Onondaga Lake Park. Saturday night supper at a 50s hot dog stand. It was glorious.
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