In my world, a calm approach is sometimes the wrong approach.
I was thankful Wednesday for the humbling sting of events prior to my car breaking down. It sometimes seems like when it rains it pours, as the saying goes. Several setbacks were a subtle setup for Wednesday morning’s much needed walk in the fresh air. Before heading into work, I took a stroll around the neighborhoods that surround.
Spring is in full swing here. The crisp mornings are full of sunshine and life. It was nice to take in the gifts of nature as I walked along.
I made my way into the hum of the familiar: work. Different personalities, differing situations and the ever-changing tasks at hand. I remember being disappointed, as I had to spend the next several hours indoors. But, that’s the price we pay for the things we desire. Hours had passed before I became super busy, trying to get a large amount of tasks crammed into our, “COVID-19 schedule,” which translates to no overtime with no exceptions. I try not to reveal everything about my personal life, so let me just say that my job can go from a light, physical workload to a heavy one in a flash. That afternoon, it became the latter.
I sometimes receive help with the loads, but that afternoon when needing help, no one was available. Since I was running around like crazy, and since I was observing others walking around and talking, I was quickly becoming agitated. It has been and ongoing trend for others to work at a steady pace, no matter what we have to get done. What doesn’t get done by the end of the day, two supervisors, whom are paid salary opposed to hourly workers including myself, have to finish out the tasks at hand. Knowing they sometimes work several hours after everyone else has gone home, I was not happy with the performance of my co-workers as they abused the time allotted. Milking the clock–moving slowly and avoiding what they knew had to be done.
Long story short, I blew up.
I’m a nice guy, but the pressure can only build for so long. After watching the lax actions of others that day, as well as days prior, I ended up in the office with my direct supervisor and our manager. Just minutes prior, my boss and I were screaming at each other about the unorganized and poor work ethics of our staff. I couldn’t take anymore. The pressure built to the point of explosion.
We worked everything out, and some much needed changes were made. It’s just unfortunate that screaming, opposed to the calm, repetitive mention of the issues in the past, was what it took to get anything done.
My walk through the neighborhood while observing the inescapable strings of unfortunate events that creep up on us all (and usually at the worst possible times) was nice while it lasted. The joys of peace are fleeting in a busy world. Bringing peace along for the ride is sometimes a passive trait that does not work. Sometimes, I just have to sink my teeth in in order to get something productive done. I suppose the yelling, cussing and animated flailing wasn’t necessary, but the frustration was. It changed the whole approach of how we operate into a more productive one.