Alan was feeling under the weather this morning and decided to stay home. So we cancelled daycare for today (which was a relief) and then I hied off to work on my own. It’s been a busy day. It’s almost 3PM and I’ve been neck deep in work since this morning.
I am staring at my nude nails wishing I could find 3 minutes to paint them. Maybe tonight? *SIGH* I doubt. Back to the hectic whirl of things — I have yet to get a much-neede hair cut and I’m trying so hard to get organized in our new world here. Meanwhile, I have been warned it will be a long day — not that I have a choice. It was providential I guess that Alan felt too ill to go to work because picking up Angel would’ve been a challenge after the boss requested me to stay late today.
It’s a challenge juggling the responsibilities of being a working mother. I try to make it work as best I can.
There are the numerous “characters” who, I would like to think, add spice to my life — but as in real life, I like my food bland. (No salt on my eggs, please..) I can really do without the aggravation but I think they are already part and parcel of the corporate world.
I just try to tell myself I cannot please everyone — the only one I really need to work my butt off for is the boss. If she’s happy, then I’m on good footing. She’ll stick her neck out for me if the going gets rough as it has previously been, and I already know she will pull rank to put people in their place when they overstep their boundaries.
There are just too many user-friendly people here — or as we term it in Tagalog, mga “mang-ga” for manggagamit. It all boils down to whether or not one allows one’s self to be taken advantage of, so I have wisened up and am now on the alert. Being overly helpful has its drawbacks, and while I have been generous of my time and talent, I have come to realize that the simple gratitude I expect in return is not as automatic to some people as it is to me. This is not to say that there is a lack of the nicer people who would help even before you can ask — but I have just been “alerted” to the presence of those who prey on the gullible and those who are just too nice to put their foot down. To them I’ve stopped being Ms. Nice.
Don’t get me wrong, though, unlike some others who go the extra mile expecting the same kind of help in return, a simple thank you or just taking the gesture in consideration is really enough. It can be as simple as not being brash or rude in the regular course of business.
Thanks to the call forwarding and caller ID feature of our PABX system, I simply hit the call forward button when someone undesirable calls and they go straight to voice mail. Why should I go over and beyond to help them out when they cannot even be professional in dealing with others on a day to day basis?
I have simple standards which are not difficult to meet. I have my bad days, too, but when I pick up the phone, I put on a different persona because I know I am speaking on behalf of the boss. I try to be as helpful as I can because I don’t want anyone complaining to the boss that they called and the one who picked up the line didn’t have any clue about how the office could assist them. I am not overly demanding and try to work efficiently with my own resources. While working the calendar is always a big challenge, if an invite on Lotus Notes is not necessary, I will not wrangle one from those setting up meetings because I would put the entry in myself. So I find it a tad bit irritating when people insist on an invite when one need not be sent, more so on a day when I’m doing a dozen things all at the same time.
In a previous life I would’ve easily chewed their heads off. Patience was a virtue I only discovered when I moved to this new world. These days, I can’t help but just smile in amusement when I remember the cages I rattled back when I was still my taray self. I think there’s still a part of me ready to pounce on the uninitiated who try to bully me, but I have been successful in keeping my temper at bay.
I can always say no without starting World War III. Others seem to be constantly on the aggressive mode — perhaps trying to preempt being trounced upon by making the first strike. That might work in war, but not in the corporate world where coexistence is key.
Perhaps it’s age, too.. the older you get, the tamer you become. HA!