September 16, 2005

Bad Habit.

I have this bad habit of spewing things when I’m in a bad mood. It’s not like my head is exploding or puke is shooting out of mouth or something equally horrendous but I tend to say things that I don’t really mean. I drop f-bombs. I get very demonstrative. For example, a customer was not very nice to me on the phone today. She wanted her problem resolved RIGHT NOW and wanted to know if I was going to do something about it, when in fact, I had already sent someone out to resolve the problem she was having and her assistant couldn’t find the key to the telephone equipment room. She was a bitch and I wasn’t in the mood for it, trying to dress me down on the phone like I don’t deserve respect or something because after all, I am a “service worker” at the telephone company. So after getting off the phone (which I surprisingly didn’t slam down) I told my co-worker that there are some women that just don’t deserve to be working or in positions of power.

Now I don’t know why I said that. It was very rude of me. I don’t really feel that way about women per se; I believe that there are many people, regardless of their sex, in positions of power that don’t deserve to be there. There’s all sorts of idiots, men and women, in high places around the world. In low places too and in every place in between.

Every single person on this planet has their place in the world; good people, bad people, those that contribute to society and those that take from society, every single person has a contribution to the this thing we call the human equation. I truly believe that. I believe that we can learn something from every person that we have contact with, and I believe that today, this woman showed me that I can say things in the heat of the moment that I don’t really mean. Then I write about it, think about it, share it on my blog and chalk it up to experience.

Now don’t cross me.

Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear.

This morning at work has been a whirlwind of activity. Telephone lines are going down, customers that plan on taking their business elsewhere are clucking like old hens, fax machines are refusing to answer that one ringy dingy, it’s all quite ridiculous. To add to the fun, were running short staffed today which I don’t really mind but it does add to the challenge quite a bit.

So I’m sitting here at home taking a quick lunch break, gobbling down the absolutely fabulous sandwich Earl made for me this morning thinking about the mayhem back at the office when I suddenly hear a sweet little song. A little chickadee, looking for shelter from the drizzly rain we’re having today, perched itself on the window sill and started singing it’s little tune.

Coincidence? I think not. It was just the universe reminding me that in the big picture you don’t really have to sweat a little speck of dirt.