I am a person with simple taste. Fancy doesn't (usually) impress me. I don't care to dress up. If I do have to dress up it is not in a dress. I can wear the same few clothes over and over. As long as they look presentable it is good enough for me. It is so difficult for me to find clothes that I like, so I end up wearing them until they wear out. Pretty sure there are people in my family or that work with me that are either entertained or possibly embarrassed with my wardrobe.
Did y'all know that white tennis shoes are for old people? I was informed of that not to long ago by a nice young person.
*sigh* My tennis shoes are white. *sigh*
Some how I just don't see myself wearing lime green or bright pink tennis shoes. But I am getting distracted from what I wanted to say.
Simple. I like simple.
I ended up in a pretty heated discussion this week at work over business cards. I didn't want them. I told them I wouldn't use them. I was told that I needed them, to hand them out, while I was mingling or making contacts, at all the training I would be going to. That as a supervisor I needed to project a more professional....... ummm...... a more professional........ummm.... something or other. Hell I don't know!
There are several problems with that.
1. I don't mingle well. I hide in the back and leave as soon as possible.
2. If I had to make a new contact for my job I would never hand them a business card. (Cause I wouldn't have any with me, they would be back at the office, in the box that they came in, in the back of some drawer or cabinet)
3. I seldom go to training. I don't like going. Listening to hours of somebody talking to get a few minutes worth of useful information is VERY painful to me. Life is too short to waste it like that!
4. I don't want to be a supervisor. I would gladly give the title and the lousy .50 cent an hour raise back. I would much rather be a minion than a leader. Leaders have too many headaches to handle.
5. Some pig ears cannot ever, no matter how hard you try, be made in to a silk purse. I am that pig ear.
I shoulda never ever ever let the old Chief talk me in to being a supervisor. When I agreed it was just so that I could help them get the Records Department organized. Nobody told me I would have to go to supervisor meetings. That I would have to mingle with people and be required to hand out business cards. Sheeesh!
My boss and I usually get along pretty well. We both had the same sort of broken childhood and we usually understand each other pretty well. He is a much more charismatic person than I will ever be. He keeps pushing me to be a better supervisor. I keep telling him he can give the title to somebody else. He says who? I say, I don't care, pick someone. Neither one of us likes to take no for an answer. I don't know which of us is more stubborn. Any way..... it ends up that there will not be any business cards ordered for me, to give out, while I am mingling, at all the training, that I am supposed to be going to.
The worst part was that we decided to have this conversation while standing at the Chief's secretary's desk.
Poor lady had to listen to it all.
I apologized to her today.
She was very gracious about it.
She is a much nicer person than I am.
It has not been a fun week. But I know of others that have had much worse weeks. It is kinda hard to complain when I know life could be worse.
So I will just try to keep one of my favorite mottos in mind.
KISS!
Keep
It
Simple
Stupid
The stupid in this motto is me. Cause I often forget and then things get complicated. I don't like complicated. It gives me headaches. Like supervisor headaches.
*sigh*
At least it is Friday.
Did y'all know that white tennis shoes are for old people? I was informed of that not to long ago by a nice young person.
*sigh* My tennis shoes are white. *sigh*
Some how I just don't see myself wearing lime green or bright pink tennis shoes. But I am getting distracted from what I wanted to say.
Simple. I like simple.
I ended up in a pretty heated discussion this week at work over business cards. I didn't want them. I told them I wouldn't use them. I was told that I needed them, to hand them out, while I was mingling or making contacts, at all the training I would be going to. That as a supervisor I needed to project a more professional....... ummm...... a more professional........ummm.... something or other. Hell I don't know!
There are several problems with that.
1. I don't mingle well. I hide in the back and leave as soon as possible.
2. If I had to make a new contact for my job I would never hand them a business card. (Cause I wouldn't have any with me, they would be back at the office, in the box that they came in, in the back of some drawer or cabinet)
3. I seldom go to training. I don't like going. Listening to hours of somebody talking to get a few minutes worth of useful information is VERY painful to me. Life is too short to waste it like that!
4. I don't want to be a supervisor. I would gladly give the title and the lousy .50 cent an hour raise back. I would much rather be a minion than a leader. Leaders have too many headaches to handle.
5. Some pig ears cannot ever, no matter how hard you try, be made in to a silk purse. I am that pig ear.
I shoulda never ever ever let the old Chief talk me in to being a supervisor. When I agreed it was just so that I could help them get the Records Department organized. Nobody told me I would have to go to supervisor meetings. That I would have to mingle with people and be required to hand out business cards. Sheeesh!
My boss and I usually get along pretty well. We both had the same sort of broken childhood and we usually understand each other pretty well. He is a much more charismatic person than I will ever be. He keeps pushing me to be a better supervisor. I keep telling him he can give the title to somebody else. He says who? I say, I don't care, pick someone. Neither one of us likes to take no for an answer. I don't know which of us is more stubborn. Any way..... it ends up that there will not be any business cards ordered for me, to give out, while I am mingling, at all the training, that I am supposed to be going to.
The worst part was that we decided to have this conversation while standing at the Chief's secretary's desk.
Poor lady had to listen to it all.
I apologized to her today.
She was very gracious about it.
She is a much nicer person than I am.
It has not been a fun week. But I know of others that have had much worse weeks. It is kinda hard to complain when I know life could be worse.
So I will just try to keep one of my favorite mottos in mind.
KISS!
Keep
It
Simple
Stupid
The stupid in this motto is me. Cause I often forget and then things get complicated. I don't like complicated. It gives me headaches. Like supervisor headaches.
*sigh*
At least it is Friday.
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