One of my new shows is “Undercover Boss’, mostly because with March Madness my DVR thinks it is recording ‘Cold Case’. This got me to thinking (really I do think too much). What would the big boss think about what I do today and would he like the way I handled it? Would at the end of the show he give me that big reward or chastise me and tell me I need more training?
I work in the Plumbing Department.
Leaky Eyes. Do I calmly let her know that her school project is perfect because she worked real hard on it? O do I gruffly remind her that 30 minutes before it is time to leave for school is not the time to fix the things ‘freaky eyes’? My answer…”you get dressed then draw the eyes; I’ll make your lunch then paint them on. While your putting your backpack together we will blow dry them and hope it works!” I handled this both calmly and gruffly.
….Good problem solving, poor time management, adequate people skills.
Leaky Diapers. Let me start this with the fact that the diaper wearer has stayed home now for 3 days due to an “intestinal bug” so I will not need to go into details.
The diapered climbed into the disperser’s bed…compounding the problem and increasing my carbon imprint on this earth. At least one large load of laundry, very hot water, very strong soap!
Now according to the employee hand book I am to smile and coo at this poor uncomfortable child. Clean her gently letting her know she has done nothing wrong. Redress and re-diaper (for the third time) with a thankful heart for all the joy she brings me and the privilege to care for her. Well I did not!
…Back to new employee orientation!
Leaky Wallet. This Dept is always busy trying to play catch up, never actually stopping to make repairs just a lot of creative uses for Duct tape.
…..Consider out sourcing, situation appears hopeless.
Leaky Dog. This is the catch 22…the dog leaks all over the bed because he feels if the diaper can leak than so can he. Solution after 3 years of negotiations with the leaky dog… he has to go. This will of course cause major havoc in the leaky eye dept. (seriously affecting my semi weekly employee review.) Also due to issues in the leaky wallet dept it is not feasible at this time to pay the shelter not to kill the dog. The leaky diaper wearer again proves to add to the chaos by leaking again. Thus costing wallet to leak yet another 82 cents and put a smile on the face of leaky dog (honest).
…..Give this woman a raise!
Dawn Marie
Did I mention that I have yet to fix the leaky tire?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I am back
How much we want to be recognized!! Here I am! Here I am! Some dream of that ’15 min of fame’ promised to us by an artist in the 60’s. Or some just want there spouse to remember that special day! We are willing to make fools out of ourselves or let whispers of self doubt eat away at us!
When I was little Ronald McDonald challenged us to have a back yard carnival to raise money for sick kids or send in a donation. I of course needed to have a carnival. It was sad, even pitiful! We made our donation and my Dad made sure it was a lot more than the two or three dollars I managed to get out of my cousins... I was heart broken.
I made with my friend a float for the 4th of July parade, I might have been 11…the looks on the faces of those judges was not ‘oh how cute’ but instead ‘why?’ Again pitiful!
I threw two great Christmas Parties and learned that I never should have tried for the third. Almost no one showed up.
I just held my first Art Show. It was attended by those I love and who love me. Strong women who have been my friends for years. Strong women who helped raise a very complicated stubborn child, another strong woman (my mother) would have flown out if only I asked). Gentle men who would hold me up in a storm. New Friends who thought nothing of taking out a few minutes of their day to make another smile. My Best Friend at my side knowing the chances of me not being hurt were slim. It was amazing in that none of my art would appeal to any of them, (I knew it and they knew it)
Where is the pitiful? I chose to focus on the one friend I saw in the parking lot picking up her car after an outing with friends and head home without what seemed to be a second thought about me. I knew about her day, I knew it would be a long one, but all I could see was she couldn’t stop in and see me.
I could have smiled about the fun we had at that Carnival, the bravery in pulling that silly wagon through the streets of Chester, the memories of those Christmas party’s and the 97 dozen cookies I made. The pride I had both in Georgia’s and my art, how good it felt to express ourselves and bravely share with others.
How much I want to be recognized. I am willing to make a fool out of myself but without fail I will let the self doubt eat away at my heart. What is my point? Do I want you to feel sorry for me? No. I want to recognize myself and show my daughter that fame will last for 15 min. so let’s remember the fun!
When I was little Ronald McDonald challenged us to have a back yard carnival to raise money for sick kids or send in a donation. I of course needed to have a carnival. It was sad, even pitiful! We made our donation and my Dad made sure it was a lot more than the two or three dollars I managed to get out of my cousins... I was heart broken.
I made with my friend a float for the 4th of July parade, I might have been 11…the looks on the faces of those judges was not ‘oh how cute’ but instead ‘why?’ Again pitiful!
I threw two great Christmas Parties and learned that I never should have tried for the third. Almost no one showed up.
I just held my first Art Show. It was attended by those I love and who love me. Strong women who have been my friends for years. Strong women who helped raise a very complicated stubborn child, another strong woman (my mother) would have flown out if only I asked). Gentle men who would hold me up in a storm. New Friends who thought nothing of taking out a few minutes of their day to make another smile. My Best Friend at my side knowing the chances of me not being hurt were slim. It was amazing in that none of my art would appeal to any of them, (I knew it and they knew it)
Where is the pitiful? I chose to focus on the one friend I saw in the parking lot picking up her car after an outing with friends and head home without what seemed to be a second thought about me. I knew about her day, I knew it would be a long one, but all I could see was she couldn’t stop in and see me.
I could have smiled about the fun we had at that Carnival, the bravery in pulling that silly wagon through the streets of Chester, the memories of those Christmas party’s and the 97 dozen cookies I made. The pride I had both in Georgia’s and my art, how good it felt to express ourselves and bravely share with others.
How much I want to be recognized. I am willing to make a fool out of myself but without fail I will let the self doubt eat away at my heart. What is my point? Do I want you to feel sorry for me? No. I want to recognize myself and show my daughter that fame will last for 15 min. so let’s remember the fun!
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