I don't really like the photo that I have on my blogger site, but I can't seem to change it. The photo is linked to my photobucket account and the picture I want is right next to the one that is linked in to this site. I erase the link and paste in the new one and I either get no photo or the old photo. Why oh why can't I get the photo I want?
I guess if that is the only thing I have to complain about today then it's a really good day!
Must go pay bills....
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Stolen Joy
The other day I did something very careless within the course of my job. I took full responsibility and made no excuses. It happened, it was my fault, and nothing I could say would change those facts or make it any better. However, I refuse to act all "hang-dog" and make everyone around me miserable, too. I don't see the point of that and I prefer to keep a positive attitude. I apologized to the people it affected most immediately and shared my shortcomings with a co-worker I was working closely with that day, because I was so disappointed in myself and needed to blow off some of my frustration at having messed up.
At the end of my shift I was called into the manager's office for a talk. I expected that. I expected that I would be reprimanded and written up for my mistake. What I didn't expect was a manager who felt it necessary to go on and on until I was in tears. I didn't try to make excuses or minimize my carelessness, but I didn't' feel she was satisfied with my reprimand until I broke down. I felt she didn't feel I was repentant enough as long as I maintained my composure. She kept insisting that I just wasn't taking the incident seriously enough. I myself have fired an assistant manager for a similar act - I know damned well how serious my carelessness was.
I know that no one can steal my joy unless I let them, but that is how I feel about my job now. The joy of going to work and being with my co-workers and customers is gone. I am thankful to still have my job, but at what price? Do I really have to grovel and lose my self respect to prove that I understood that what happened was bad? I have reasons to leave this job that have nothing to do with what happened and suddenly I am considering those options. I really hadn't planned to make a move until it was closer to our move out of the area. Now I am not so sure.
I'll give it some time and hope I find my joy in my job again. There is something to be said for good people skills. Unfortunately, my manager has a lot of work to do in that regard. Not just my opinion, by the way.
At the end of my shift I was called into the manager's office for a talk. I expected that. I expected that I would be reprimanded and written up for my mistake. What I didn't expect was a manager who felt it necessary to go on and on until I was in tears. I didn't try to make excuses or minimize my carelessness, but I didn't' feel she was satisfied with my reprimand until I broke down. I felt she didn't feel I was repentant enough as long as I maintained my composure. She kept insisting that I just wasn't taking the incident seriously enough. I myself have fired an assistant manager for a similar act - I know damned well how serious my carelessness was.
I know that no one can steal my joy unless I let them, but that is how I feel about my job now. The joy of going to work and being with my co-workers and customers is gone. I am thankful to still have my job, but at what price? Do I really have to grovel and lose my self respect to prove that I understood that what happened was bad? I have reasons to leave this job that have nothing to do with what happened and suddenly I am considering those options. I really hadn't planned to make a move until it was closer to our move out of the area. Now I am not so sure.
I'll give it some time and hope I find my joy in my job again. There is something to be said for good people skills. Unfortunately, my manager has a lot of work to do in that regard. Not just my opinion, by the way.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
My First "Blogger" Blog
Blogging. Is this what frustrated writer-wanna-be's do? I've been "doing it" (hehehe) for a few years now, but have run out of things to write about on a regular basis. I started blogging when we first moved here because this area is so different from whence I came. I blogged about my tulips freezing in the snow and then later about the demon deer that ate their poor little buds off. There was more about the unfortunate little army of snails I killed when I put out slug bait, complete with photos of empty snail armor. I blogged about gay rights, educator's lack of rights and more. And now I am stuck. I am sure I will have something to say soon enough. Just stay tuned.
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