I was going to write about ikigai, but I found an exercise related to it and I’d like to plow through it a time or two and see what comes up first. So instead, I shall mention that this is the anniversary of my first day at a job where I had spent not quite half my life, based on when that company outsourced my department and we started working for someone else.
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This one’s not about my work. It’s about other people’s work. Specifically, the desire of some people who are, broadly speaking, members of one flavor or another of the majority religion in this country, using their religion as justification for not doing their jobs.
Warning: I’m going to get ranty. Feel free to skip it if you wish.
Couple of updates on previously blogged incidents!
Had an interesting conversation at work on Friday. Which means had I been posting these on time, I couldn’t have posted it for Day 90 because that was on Thursday. But I’m indulging in creative license if it helps me not fall any farther behind on these, so there you go.
Anyway. Interesting conversation.
Today was…interesting. In the same sense as the reputed Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times.” Today I could have used much more boring, frankly. I feel more than a little wrung out, in more dragged-backward-through-thorn-bushes.
Don’t much like it. On the plus side, though, it isn’t a case of my having done anything wrong. I have a feeling I shouldn’t say much about it in case there ends up being some sort of legal action, but y’all know I do accounting, so I’m sure you can imagine a number of possible explanations. A comment to the effect that someone somewhere along the line developed a case of sticky fingers — not anyone in-house, it’s external, but still.
Also, after my rainy commute, I left my awesome hot-pink collapsible umbrella tucked in the trash can at my desk so it could drip onto plastic rather than the carpet. I realized this when I was halfway home. So either housekeeping will assume the umbrella is broken and dump it, or will “dump” it when in actual fact they’ll figure out it’s not broken and keep it…or it will still be there when I get to work in the morning. I’m hoping for the latter, of course, because it really is a very nice umbrella and I don’t really want to have to buy a new one.
If I were saying this on the site of Tweeting, I’d have to hashtag it firstworldproblems, because it so very much is.
All in all, a wee bit too much excitement of a not-fun sort hitting just when I’m feeling better, means I’m short on brain cells (stuff it 😉 ) and about to fall asleep. But I didn’t want to fall another day behind.And I promise I’ll get all caught up over the weekend.
In the meantime, I’m grateful that when the potential-sticky-fingers situation presented itself, nothing came crashing down on me personally. 🙂