The connection of work, vomit, and attitude
Remember the positive attitude I was going to start the week with? From just after midnight until my alarm went off this morning, it was gooing pretty well. However, all hope is not lost. Monday was kind of rocky but I'm trying to salvage my natural sunny disposition that gives me such a warm and fuzzy feeling towards the world and my fellow man and makes me want to make the world a better place for all mankind. And, uh oh excuse me for a second...
Ok then, a little teeth brushing and mouthwash and we're back.
So my office was a bit hectic today. Crazy has figured out that people are figuring out that she does not contribute much. --WELL DUH-- She also figured out the sky is blue and water is wet.
Every time I pass her office and see her sitting there with the mother of all clueless blank stares, I picture her as a big bobble head bouncing up and down to the rythm of the echoes in her head. So this little bit of self awareness has made her try to do things to make herself look busy. The stratedgy she has chosen for doing this is interrupting me every five minutes to waste more oxygen, which keeps her moving about while she carries a folder with nothing in it. So every fives minutes I have to work to keep my head from exploding. But then I think that just maybe, just maybe I should be gratefull she is trying to do things and recognizes she probably should. So instead of complaining about her lack of direction and responsibilty, I will (once again) try to direct and coach her the best I can. Maybe something will click this time. It's what is best for my office and company.