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home_and_away) wrote2007-09-26 03:20 pm
home_and_away) wrote2007-09-26 03:20 pm
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Go to work to earn the money to buy the bread to have the strength to...
Work, tomorrow.
You know, it's funny what a little attitude shift'll net you.
Last week, I went in full of "Allright, fuckers, give me an excuse to quit. Just one."
And you know, it didn't. No nonsense from the boss, no bullshit from my coworkers. Even the broken, broken system pretended for a week that it was whole.
Granted, tips went to hell, too, but hey, it was a slow week for everybody.
So I'm curious what'll happen this week.
It's weird, having two completely different impulses when faced with a situation:
One says "Oh, to hell with this--these loonies talk like folk you can agree with, but they do business like the first charlatan you did massage for. Granted, so far your checks haven't bounced. But bits of your spirit sure have."
The other says "I don't have to drink the Flavor-Aid, I just have to follow the letter of company policy and go home. I can hack this and stay intact."
So far, nobody's won the debate.
So I go to work waiting for a reason to give 'em my two weeks, and in the meantime, I do my job as best I can.
Hell.
The whole thing may be taken out of my hands by my "failure" to meet sales goals.
(pause to grok and cherish that thought.)
Somewhere in between the two, though, is a quiet voice wondering what's off in my whole approach that leads me into places I've got issues with, in the first place.
...the pause to grok that one's going to take a little longer...
You know, it's funny what a little attitude shift'll net you.
Last week, I went in full of "Allright, fuckers, give me an excuse to quit. Just one."
And you know, it didn't. No nonsense from the boss, no bullshit from my coworkers. Even the broken, broken system pretended for a week that it was whole.
Granted, tips went to hell, too, but hey, it was a slow week for everybody.
So I'm curious what'll happen this week.
It's weird, having two completely different impulses when faced with a situation:
One says "Oh, to hell with this--these loonies talk like folk you can agree with, but they do business like the first charlatan you did massage for. Granted, so far your checks haven't bounced. But bits of your spirit sure have."
The other says "I don't have to drink the Flavor-Aid, I just have to follow the letter of company policy and go home. I can hack this and stay intact."
So far, nobody's won the debate.
So I go to work waiting for a reason to give 'em my two weeks, and in the meantime, I do my job as best I can.
Hell.
The whole thing may be taken out of my hands by my "failure" to meet sales goals.
(pause to grok and cherish that thought.)
Somewhere in between the two, though, is a quiet voice wondering what's off in my whole approach that leads me into places I've got issues with, in the first place.
...the pause to grok that one's going to take a little longer...