Friday, July 22, 2011
Leading From Possibility
‘My Pizza was an hour late arriving, it’s cold, so they better give it to me free.’
I am feeling grumpy. I caught it from listening to all the conversations around me, especially those that focus on complaints people are harboring about the weather, the economy, trash in the street, j- walkers, frizzy hair (because of the humidity), hair with no curl ( those darn straight hair genes), relationships gone sour, no relationships, cars that don’t stop for pedestrians, pedestrians that don’t wait for the walk light, bicyclists that don’t stop or wait for anything... and on and on it goes. My list is much, much longer but, I think you get the idea.
How did we come to this state of affairs where we are so quick to voice our complaint? The flaws in other peoples characters, the world situation in general, the cold pizza. And wait. What about the blue ribbon winner of workplace complaints—the Monday morning comment, going up in the elevator to the office, “Sigh. Oh dear, Monday morning. Oh, well. Just five more days until Friday.” Really. I just want to say, “Sir. Aren’t you lucky you have a job? And that you don’t need any medical devises to help you breathe? And that you are going into an air-conditioned office?” I don’t. But, boy do I want to. I don’t because, in part, there may be a basis for the complaint. In part, because I have learned to edit my responses, In part, because I should, as a good social worker, allow people their feelings, their idiosyncrasies, their views of the world.” In part, because I don’t want to start trouble, get them angry, suggest my world view is the preferred.
This is not the kind of blog you would expect the Executive Director of a Professional Association to publish. No. But I was feeling grumpy. And now I feel better. I’ll be able to attend my seminar tonight with a better clearing. As my mother, Lillian, used to say, “I got it off my chest.” And you, my dear readers, bear witness to the nonprofessional musings of a professional social worker, whose pizza came late…… and cold.
Carol J. Trust