On Thursday after a three week holiday i went back to work HALLELUJA ......... I had the best nights sleep in weeks, because the "old" grey matter had been working, in one day it went from neutral to 5th gear and was revving like an Alpha, purring like a Porche, and racing like a Formula 1 racing car, thoughts were flying around in my head at 360 km per hour and 4500 rpm per second .................... and i loved it ..... all the thinking, deciding, advising and best of all instructing others on what needed to be done......... remember that thought because i will be getting back to it later.......................
Why i was so happy to be back, i have an idea that there must be something wrong with how my head is wired, there must be a loose connection somewhere because i don't think that many of us exist that can say honestly that we love our job ............. can you ............ there was really nothing to be happy about, , my intray looked like the leaning tower of Pizza, i had 283 emails that needed to be answered, 283 people requesting something, asking for something, moaning about something, complaining about something, and there were the few inspirational ones which always seen to come up at exactly the right time to give me the courage to go on .........
this was when i reached the 165 emails remaining stage ............. to take the edge of a rude email ........ to make me rewrite in "softer" tones an answer that i was going to send ............
For someone who likes order and things in there place my office is not the tidiest place in the world, although i know exactly what i have on my desk, and can 99.9 % of the time find it, i have always wanted to be one of those people who could go home everyday with a desk without a paper on, without a paper in the in pile......... without a paper in the filing pile................... , with out a paperweight on top of the to do pile....................., the pending pile..................., the query pile..................., the waiting for other people to resolve pile..............., the needs a recon pile............. and my current personnel favourite pile the Food Division query pile ...........in fact my desk is like the desert, full of piles of papers instead of piles of sand that would blow into another shape, another state if i opened one of my windows ................ in fact it could it quite possible look something like ....................... this .............................
Remember that thought that i asked you to hold on to, "instructing others what to do " well here it is I sat for a few minutes during the day and wondered why i love my job so much, i have no problem going back to work on Mondays, i was ready to go back after my three week holiday, because ................ and here it is my first inside look for the New Year, the first glimpse at what makes me tick i LOVE my job BECAUSE ............................................................. here people listen to me, here i ask and it is done, i don't (normally) have to beg, bribe, threaten, shout, i don't (normally) have to punish them , send them to their bedroom or the bathroom,
i don't have to feed them, clean up after them (normally)..................... here i ask and it gets done, i think this is called Heaven on Earth .................................
So to all those people who have a desk that looks tidy .......... I think you don't have enough to do ....... i think you are the people who destroy incoming faxes and say you never got them, who destroy emails and say the internet was down.................. who says the letter of complaint got lost in the post .......... who says they never received your application form so it has not yet been improved, ....... but, you fill a bag of "shredding" every day, you are on first name terms with the shredder "fixer" man ........ because there is no way ever ....... that my desk could look like this at the end of the day ............. unless of course it was not my desk anymore ......................
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