I've maxed out. Closed this blog. |
This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
Taking a break from the annual all day Christmas dinner. I'm in administration (not management) and have to be available all 3 shifts for the big party. We have to decorate, meet the caterers, receive the flowers-which become door prizes, hand out candy, distribute the company Christmas cards with receipt to pick up a ham or turkey next week, and then clean it all up. We walk from one end of the complex to the far end across the street, through over-street links, pushing heavy carts laden with things, and stand around smiling at all the employees. So now my feet are killing me. I could take a nap. I've had two pieces of fried chicken and think I'll be sick by bedtime. I washed counters and mopped up spilled food in my good clothes. I have one more shift to go. Fortunately, we catch them early in their shift so that we can leave about midnight. When I first started doing this, I didn't mind. I wanted to spread cheer, and meet all the employees who were just names on files to me. Now, I'm feeling differently. I meet them all when they have problems with paychecks, deposits, hospital bills, etc. I enroll them each year for insurance. I see them in the various offices for various reasons. But all in one day has gotten tiresome. I try to throw a little spirit in there, a "Merry Christmas". And when someone hugs me, and says they are grateful to us, it feels good. When I'm joking with someone in Spanish or Nepali, and they're blushing or whatever, it's fun. But I'd like to do just one shift a day. And we use the same caterer each time, so that's getting old. Then there are the whiners and complainers. No matter how hard you work, someone doesn't like it. And then there are the employees who want to run the whole show and act like they're in charge. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I don't care. That's the new leaf. Anyone can be in charge. Anyone can take the credit. They can complain all they want. I don't care. It sounds easier than it is. But, hey, I don't care. I'll sleep late tomorrow. I'll enjoy the moments I can. Maybe I'll be a positive force somewhere. But I'm not stressing over it. I'm too tired. |