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Eager beaver, and it’s painful cousin: when is eager, too eager?

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"Excited"

I ponder the question, as I drive away from my job site, wondering what precisely I could have done to prevent from rubbing-wrong the secretary of the school I worked for today.  I was polite, respectful, apologetic when I needed to be, and made sure to follow the rules and ask for assistance when need be.  And yet, despite all my good intentions, I still managed to anger a rather impatient secretary.  I guess you can’t win’em all.  But the question still begs…when is eager, too eager?  When do I know I’ve crossed the lines of politeness into obnoxiousness?

Let’s face it–there are people who just don’t give a rats behind how respectful and polite you are to them.  They blame you for following the rules, and blame you for bending them as well. Today’s incident was just such a case.  But I’ve often found that the altogether touted advice “show eagerness and don’t be afraid to put yourself out there!” is just plain bad advice! It may have worked in the eager-beaver days, but in today’s society, that kind of advice will only get your trampled on…hard!

There are some cold hard truth’s I’ve stumbled upon in my travails of work-dom. They are sad, and often frustrating, but they are the axioms (and banes) of all hierarchical work places, and so I break them down in the following:

Truth 1: not everyone in a position of authority is competent enough to be in said position. They’re usually there because they’ve–as I’d like to call–domineered (and yes, that is a word I made up) their way into such a position. In other words, they’re bossy, and so therefore elbowed, shoved, and well…basically stampeded their domineering ways to the top, so to speak.  True ability, or competence are completely independent of such a rise in position (although I doubt being a secretary is much of anything, other than big heads, with a penchant for busy work–no offense).

Truth 2: while you may know every stupid rule and policy there is in said organization, and try to implement them in the most feasible and reasonable way possible, do not expect the person of higher power (i.e. secretary) to know such policies in as equal of  intricate deatil, or be fair enough to allow you to implement them.  Their over-used “well just deal with it!” when you know that is NOT possible is something you just have to, well…deal with. *sigh*

Truth 3: you usually may not have done anything wrong when you approach groucho-to-the-max about a particular policy that was not fulfilled (i.e. in my case, a lesson plan that was no provided for a class that I was subbing for, and thus was ill prepared for what I would be required to cover for the day).  Your reasons may be sound and justified, yet you may still run the risk of putting your job on the line for every time you make someone of power aware of the error (despite the policy that MANDATES you report every time such a thing happens, or else you run the risk of being written up–do you see my dilemma here?).

Truth 4: the nicer you are, or the more eager you become, does not translate into well received responses.  Happiness annoys bosses.  Aloofness, a challenging and knowing stance, and an all around attitude of “I know your shit, don’t mess with mine” is generally accepted and not tread upon by such corrupt people in said positions of power. They’re cowards at heart–they won’t ruffle feathers with someone that can basically kick their proverbial ass.  They only mess with the eager weak one’s 😦 *tear*

Truth 5: don’t count on karma to get your boss in hot water.  Granted, it may be easier to wait and let them brew their own storm, and essentially dig their own grave. However, if you’re feeling like your very rights are in question, and you’re being trampled on for no good reason, then report them ASAP! Don’t wait for a better time to come, because chances are, they’re preparing their strategy to elbow you out.  So beat them to it.  If your job situation is so hostile that you can’t simple approach your boss’s boss about the abuse, call for reinforcements–the union! If you have no union, then leave the job and find a better one.  I know in an enconomy such as this, a claim like that will render a scoff at best, and a “fuck you!” at worst.  I’ll tell you this, though: the stress of constant put-downs, and being chronically abused by an employer simply because they don’t like you is no healthy haven for anyone. It’s simply not worth it.  Get a better job.  You will find something better.  You deserve better.

Does the following look familiar? Poor Dilbert. Poor you!

Yeah.  NOT worth it.  The cost of being eager…tres sad. But I will discuss this eagerness issue in the next blog. Till then, my beloved peeps!

I want my balanced life, thank you

"What Life Is Made Of..." by DianePhotos
"What Life Is Made Of..." by DianePhotos

At the start of this year, I was most worried about the decision I’d have to make with the schools that I thought would accept me.  So much fanfare, discussion, and the “Oh God, I just don’t know…what if I get into both schools?! Oh geez…I wouldn’t know what to decide.”

Well, yesterday, the decision was basically made for me.  I was–anticlimactically–only admitted to one.

As of Fall of 2011, I will be going for my second Bachelors in Chemistry.  A nice compliment to the bachelors I already have in Physics…or so I’m trying to convince myself.

But a gigantic “you failed” is still blaring in my mind.  I did not get into the Masters Bioengineering program that I had been pining and praying for. So much for the sacrificial lambs, and ritualistic burning of virgins.  (that was supposed to be a joke…really).

Honestly? I’m sad.

And…well, since we’re on the honesty kick here…I don’t even know if my admission standing for my second bach will even remain, if I don’t manage to do amazingly well on my final for my Biochem class.

I suppose I wouldn’t be as worried, if this god awful class that I study for (hours on end, I’d like to add), and still can’t seem to get beyond a failing grade, wasn’t in the way.

But all that stress aside, and the depression I’m beating off with a stick, I have this image in my mind of the kind of life I really want after I finally get through all this mess I call “the residual of my 20’s.” In short, I want a balanced life.

I want to be one of those women that feels in touch with herself, her surroundings, and the people around her, so much so that she exudes peace.

I know…a lofty ambition, but I now know I don’t want to be that in- control, know-it-all anymore. Not sure If I was ever really like that, but it was usually stated by lesser beings (i.e. insecure and rather crappy individuals, that had an ego so large, it was its own singularity).

But I’ve always had this aspiration to take-charge, to know more, do more….to be more, because I just wasn’t doing enough.  In essence, I wasn’t enough of a person. Period.

I know now that this attitude needs to change entirely. I want to feel like I’m just enough, and to have an acceptance of myself that reverberates to every other part of my life.

I want every moment of action to feel like a meditative act.

I don’t want to be a fighter anymore.  I just want to live.

All this “I won’t give up!” and “I’m gonna kick some ass!” is, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed…the manic trying to gain control of her life.

But is life really supposed to be this hard?  Does everything have to be so agonizing, and require so much impossible effort?

Why can’t I just enjoy my life for what it is?

There are some women who seem so content with just knitting sweaters, and writing blogs.  It’s amazing to me that such a simple way of living, can bring so much happiness and peace in someone’s life.

But I can’t seem to just do that.  I feel my brain is near atrophy when I’m not doing something that pushes my mental abilities to the very brink.

I need challenge! I crave it! I search out for it, hunt it down…or go so far as to create it. It is the unrelenting drive to always do more, because, well…I have to prove it (whatever the hell it is) to myself and to the others around me.

But, I’ve finally come to this conclusion: I don’t want that life anymore. It’s brought me a lot of sadness, and misery.  I want to just wake up, get my day started, and just live my life, enjoying the moments, working a job I enjoy, with people I’ve formed close bonds with. It’s more than just achieving anymore…

I want my life to be full of love, tranquility, and balance in every possible way.

I want to enjoy the view for a little while, instead of quickly run past it, without its due acknowledgment.

Yeah, I know life has a lot of responsibilities, and we don’t always have the time to stop and smell the roses…but what are we really living for? What’s life, if it’s not the amalgamation of all the experiences you have throughout your lifetime?

Career will come, yes, and I’m sure I’ll work some job, doing something important, and hopefully thoroughly enjoying it, while being quite good at it (yeah, well, a girl can dream…or at least aspire to).

I want my life to be full and balanced.  I want it all, but I don’t mind it being (or coming to me) in measured doses.

In other words, I want the husband (which my stubborn southern will most definitely oblige to), and the family….if that only means one child, I will be happy with that.

I want a career, and hopefully a Phd (DO/MD…who knows) that leads to that career, and I don’t mind taking the time out to get to that point, but at the same time, vacationing…living it up (so to speak), and enjoying my short 100 year existence in the process.

I don’t want to be frantic, or running around, trying to achieve something for the sake of achieving it (did that for too long).  The achievement should be in the very being of it.  In other words, I do it, I work at it, and it naturally becomes…so to speak.

I want to take better care of my appearance, and not dress in the same old and drab black shirt, jeans, and mussied up afro I call my hair. I want to wear long flowing skirts and dresses, and be feminine….but of course, to ge to that point, I want to also lose weight and BE HEALTHY.

What I’m driving at here is this: I want my balanced life (as opposed to wanting my life balanced–huge distinction here).  I want to enjoy my life. I want more good than bad…tip the scales in my favor.  And while I’m sure my metaphors aren’t matching here, I at least know that balance does not mean to do good and bad.  It just means to live life sensibly, without madness, chaos, or massive dose whoop ass to get through the day.  Zen life…with a twist 🙂