EEK, it’s really a duck!
01/29/2008
My frustration has come front and center.
I have reached my tolerance level at work. I snapped at someone yesterday, they didn’t deserve it, I went over the line. I apologized for it after, but I still don’t feel good about my comments. I didn’t handle myself professionally.
I need to stop focusing on work when I am away from the office. I took Saba to the park last night for a romp. I was feeling quite nice after our walk; I joined another man and his dog on our final walk around the park, we chit chatted, had a nice time and I was feeling much better about another crappy day at the office. When I got home, the phone rang and it was a friend, the conversation lasted too long and I was just frustrated all over again. I need to stop that. I need to leave my frustrations at the office. I can’t change other people; I just have to deal with my frustration and my reactions to their actions in another way.
I picked up a book Sunday at the neighborhood ladies lunch that might help. We do a book exchange and this title just jumped out at me: Nasty People by Jay Carter. I started to read it on Sunday night and it gave me a bit of incite. I kept reading it at lunch yesterday and finished it up last night. I am going to read it another time and see if I can put some of his suggestions into play.
I was quizzed about two little reminders I have on my desk. One I gladly share: WWSD? It is the typical what would S do question. I just substituted the name for someone who has taught me a lot, took the time to teach me the ropes. I trust their judgment and if I get caught by myself in the office in a bind, I ask myself what that person would do. That thought has kept me from making some mistakes, kept me from doing the wrong thing when I am feeling pressured.
The other one is a bit more private message to me: BSANH. It is not flattering to the new management so I am reluctant to share its meaning. I guess I should just take it down since it has now become a topic of inquiry. Again it is a reminder to me about how to handle some of the tough situations I face and how to handle other people at the office.
I just wish I could focus on my little part in crime fighting. I wish I could just do my little job and the extraneous BS would just disappear. Perhaps with a little incite from my new book, I can make that happen.
