Monday, Dec. 19, 2005
Cross Your Fingers
Oh man. I had my entry partly typed and closed the box. And yeah I know, I could type into notepad or whatever, but I generally don't when typing at work.
Had ex-police-dude here this morning for more training. He won't be displacing Howard Stern any time soon (I am sure Howard is thanking Satan for that) but at least ex-police-dude is improving these days. I cross train EVERYBODY. Ain't nobody exempt, not even the bookkeeper. I'm not one of those bosses who's paranoid about somebody wanting my job. Heck, if they want it, more power to 'em. It means 1) they'll do a better job where they're currently working and 2) if (God forbid) something happens to me, or if I just pack it out, they CAN do my job.
Besides which, I genuinely enjoy seeing someone succeed. I obviously have my moments of ME ME ME!!! Know what, though? There is nothing better than seeing the look of success on the face of someone who'd convinced themselves that they couldn't do something. I help when I can and when it's appropriate; but then I get out of the way and let that person learn and do. Standing over someone's shoulder, unless they specifically ask for it (and sometimes even then) is no way to function. You have to give someone the autonomy to grow.
I heard today on the pay for that extra weekend project a couple of weeks back. I guess they didn't dump out on me, after all. I can certainly use the money!
This is short but so's my time. At this point in time I'm kind of treading water, trying to get a lot of things done and rearranged in a very short amount of time, making room for some significant anticipated changes. I believe they'll be positive changes.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )