I’ve often found it very difficult to commit to a decision, especially if it means I might have to let go of one of my options. Liking to keep my options open, or have options is a good back up.
Recently I have found it empowering to commit to a job as a permanent employee. After a few months I cancelled my other working commitments with temporary jobs.
Some people at work, say they can’t decide to commit or stay on a temporary basis.
I’ve really enjoyed my temping work over the years, its great for variety.
I’m appreciating the chance to go deeper, with my relationships at work, to understand each other better.
Committing to a permanent job is turning out to be a good experience, and a tough one, because you can’t just leave when it’s not your best day.
It’s good to commit to things, have you done a college course, or made a big decision like where to live or a change you went through? Feel free to put something in the comments, if you want to commit to it!
Some names do sound quite similar. And any interim manager will get past their honeymoon phase in the new job by discovering, they have been saying everyone’s name a little bit wrong.
Lizzy isn’t Liz anyway, its Elizabeth. And who’s this name on the list, has another co-manager mistaken the names or was it another Elizabeth called Izzy?
People were being too polite to mention all the incorrect name pronouncing especially when it comes to how long the name can be shortened to or not.
A typical floor manager of a supermarket walking round trying to find Stacey. Only to discover it was Sophia. Sophia hasn’t received the email sent to Stacey and whatever was supposed to have been communicated hasn’t.
And too many people with the same name, how to distinguish them politely??? Fred from Wales and Fred from Taunton?
What about that person in the office with quite a fashionable outfit, who didn’t have much experience. One day you’ll have to remember this person’s name too! You can just say ‘hey super dry top!’
If people are willing to be honest with you about your well intentioned name learnings and failures, perhaps this is a good place to be afterall.
Hullo sir, I said. Please can I have some women’s period pads? The man looked at me and said, ‘you can get them’, they are just there on the shelves. It looked like they were in the contraband section of the cigarettes and other items served by the newsagent.
Sure enough I found there was a thin isle way which I was able to walk through and crouch down to buy the period pads.
I had abit of a joke with the male cashier, about how it’s every mans worst nightmare, being asked to be involved in purchasing period products.
On my walk back, whilst eating my value chocolate bar, I saw three men, stood behind a white van, which I assume obscured the CCTV in the area, they looked like they were doing some swap of something. I assumed, maybe drugs, and carried on walking.
I arrived home and I’d asked for some black scribbling on the wall to be removed. And the council got rid of my nice stickers too.
I rang the council and a friendly lady answered, although she sounded Scottish which confused me because I was phoning Bristol. She sent me the link to the complaints page.
And at work today, two staff walked into our office saying they needed a ball for the physio exercises. I threw one away last time that was badly broken. Maybe no one ordered a fresh one. I told the manager as she came in, to sort out the folder in the storage cupboard. Urm and ahh she said, then agreed, if the staff keeps telling other staff who aren’t authorised to buy items for the clients, then we will never get a new ball. She said she’ll try to order one, having listened to my suggestion (from other staff who wouldn’t say to the person who could order one).
A large red paint brush was out on the table unattended. ‘Quick’ I said, ‘someone get it’, ‘before someone else picks it up and it’s all over my coat’.
Another lady said, don’t do other people’s jobs, it’s Tanecka’s job to put away the paint activity.
Keeping my distance safely away from the table I managed the complete the day.
Achieving – some value chocolate bars, period stuff.
Losing – stickers, my temper briefly about the stickers
Trying to look for the ball
Held onto the cleanliness of the coat.
Didn’t do a citizen’s arrest of the suspected drug dealing. Well isn’t drug busting a man’s job? Or at least more stress than I can deal with in one walk home and day at work.
