Posts Tagged ‘work’
Mental Gymnastics
My mind feels like a butterfly clamped between the thumb and index finger of a young child…You may be wondering how something like this may be relevant to my random stream of thought in the world at large and on some hand it might not be connected at all…or maybe it’s more interconnected that anyone could ever dream.
In the past few weeks, I have went from working a job at a Kroger in Nashville doing multiple different things. On my off days, I would try to coordinate an upcoming move (which has just happened, matter-of-factly, I just moved…more on that in a bit). It was hectic to say the least between people needing me to do my job at the company and me needing well me to get prepared for a change of scenery.
The move finally happened, and now, I am settling into a new place. New apartment, new people, new job, new station in life for a while, new…well everything. I know that I might not have mentioned this in my blog thus far, but I am embarking on a new journey into a graduate program. As of right now, I don’t know what to think or feel other than nervous and a little scared because I’ve been out of formal academic classroom setting for a couple of years. I am antsy overall. To top this, I feel like a little fish in a big pond to use a very clichéd simile. I don’t know what to expect and am questioning my validity somewhat. Maybe it’s the first week jitters…who knows?
All I know is that I hope that as I begin to settle into a routine and get some semblance of familiarity and balance that life will begin to not feel like I am flapping fruitlessly in the chubby fingers of some child. While there is much more I could write, I believe that I might be sounding whiny or bitchy in some way…sooooo, I think that it’s better if I just leave it at that. C’est la vie.
Working with People
I will be the first person to say that if it weren’t for the weird hours and getting less sleep than I usually would third shifts would be for me (matter of factly, I’m working thirds right now which really sucks because I can’t hang out with my friends like I would want to…but it pays better). Why you might ask? It’s because the people you have to deal with working a daytime job…Yes, I know that there will always be people who you will have to deal with on any job…but I’m not talking about the customers. I am in fact talking about the darling coworkers that people have at any job.
I am currently working at a grocery store for the summer. It is a good job, and people I like do work there. However, on the contrary, there is such a mash-up of personalities that at times I really just want to smack someone and tell them that they are fine. For instance, today, a person I work with came in and was complaining that they were off for two days and now they would have to work to fill the whole in their case and would have to do another job too. They went on to bitch for the better part of two or two and a half hours while nothing was getting done…there I was, I thought many things which I probably shouldn’t share (if you know me, you’ll know that there was probably a cavalcade of colorful language). The common theme of the thoughts was that if she would work instead of bitch things would get done.
Well, you have this person who is a whiner. You have another person who is a dick without justification. You have others who are dumb as rocks and ask how to do things every fifteen minutes. Enter why I don’t like working with others who are not motivated. IF they are motivated and only IF they are motivated will they get passed these things that hold them back and do their job the best that they can.
I feel like I am a very self-motivated person. I have worked several jobs where I did not have a supervisor looking over my shoulders all the time and performed very well. During most of these jobs, I had minimal to moderate interaction with my coworkers. When I did, it was usually with people I consider to be like me which led to an enriching experience. Why can’t all jobs be more like this?
Time
A watch ticks endlessly by
My weary, weather worn head.
It signals me that I am in fact
Still one of the living.
A perking of coffee in the pot
Wafting scents of perfect elation
Out. Heavy lidded eyes wake
Squinting into flourescent curls.
A rain fall on the tile
Warming my stiff limbs
Causing their animation
From the stagnation of sleep.
An overload of stimuli
Causes me to groan
As the noose of the day
Slips tightly around my Armani shirt.
