Sadieandleo

January 16th, 2008

I did it again. I totally blew my top today at work and I’m, again, not feeling bad for saying exactly what I said but feeling bad for completely jumping from 0 to bitch without any warm up. Maybe I’ve always had it in me, you know, to say what I’m feeling. Some people do it all of their lives, and I guess they are known as “those” people. Maybe I’m one of “those” people now. Different than in the first instance this year where I lost my cool on an unsuspecting clerk, I lost my cool on someone who is contracted by my company to fulfill a certain job and this person was trying to be lazy and have me do his job for him and I refused and I told him that “that is what my company pays you to do, and it’s your job to do it and not mine!” I suppose I could have been nicer and that is really what it is. It isn’t that I am turning into a control freak/crazy woman, it’s just that I’ve lost my patience for stupidity/laziness, often found in people younger than me. That’s a hard thing to admit and I understand why that would upset some people, and I’m not completely grouping all young people together here and saying that the entirety of our youth is aimless, apathetic, or a lost cause. I could point out many people who could be described in that very same way who are in my age group and older. I suppose I just view the younger generation with a mixture of “you don’t know how good you’ve got it” with envy. Unless those are one and the same. The guy I lost my temper on today was just trying to get by, just trying to do one less thing and trying to pass the buck (I love that expression). Next time someone comes up to me for something at work I would love to have the luxury to say, “You know what, go help yourself.” I wasn’t going to give this guy the luxury of doing that to me. Mike says I’ve been in management too long. I manage him sometimes and I don’t even know I’m doing it. Like folding laundry, I direct him like I’m trying to construct a successful sales day, “No, you can’t fold your undershirts like that, try this way, I think that’ll work for all of us.” I’ve always liked to be like that, the director of traffic. It really isn’t necessary for undershirts, let me tell you.

Lesson of the day: If you yell at the UPS guy you really won’t get anywhere beyond what you’re yelling about at that moment. He’s going to kick your stuff around next time, and when you are expecting a shipment of lightbulbs, well, you’ll know what to expect.