Lucinda T. Rose

Mess up – Own Up

1476558_687247004632783_1297819023_nYesterday, I made a mistake that could have gotten me fired today.  I knew it within a few minutes of getting in.  Check and verified that I was suppose work yesterday and didn’t show up. In the end it was my fault and once I realized what happen, I felt terrible.

I sat there, wondering for a moment, if I should say anything. Then how I should say it. Fear and anxiety making me twist myself into knots.  I knew it wasn’t really a choice. It was the right thing to do and I would hate a piece of myself if I didn’t come forward.

Finally I got to my boss’s desk right when someone was coming up to let her know that no one covered the phones.  Not a good thing for the water park  or my future employment. Owning up for your actions is one of the lessons every child is suppose to learn. I think back to my own childhood and things generally did go better for me if I fessed up. The reaction and/or punishment was dependent on which parent or grandparent received the news.

My birth father was a strict and incredibly adept at layering guilt. He learned from his mother. It didn’t matter if when I realized my mistake, I confessed. All crimes were treated with an equally with an unfair punishment. I am still not sure what I did to warn building a deck, but I do remember the time that my brother had to shovel all the driveways in the neighborhood for driving our stepmother’s car in a blizzard.   Disappointment at virtually everything I did oozed over every action through my teenage years and the fear of punishment, no matter what the consequences walks with me.

It sat with me this morning and screamed at me as made my way to my bosses desk.

And then it sheepishly hid its face in the corner when my bosses handled the news and accepted my apology.  It helps that in the four summers, I have worked her I have always communicated with her my supervisor.  This summer, I am their go to person for back-up.  All of these and my willingness to own my actions helped.

I firmly believe that as an adult, we have to own our actions.  We can’t blame our parents or others for the things we do; even if they influence us or misinform us.

Owning up or as one of my co-worker’s says “Putting on your big girl drawers and get to it.”

 

Living to Serve

She demanded to speak to my manager. I told her that she was welcome to call back tomorrow and speak with her, even gave her the name.  She continued to rant at me telling me how no other theme park in Orlando had made her bring food in for her daughter who is a Celiac. They had all been accommodating. It was simply unreasonable that this park would not accommodate her. After all, she hadn’t rented a car on her vacation and had no way to get to a grocery.  I didn’t ask her how she dealt with the dangers of airport food or even how she got to her hotel from the airport.  Or how she was going to get to the park.

She was demeaning and attempted to belittle me.  She didn’t say thank you after I told her where she could get food in walking distance of the park that would be safe for her child.

And she reminded me why I am extra nice to people in the service industry, when I am the customer.  If they are rude to me, I complain, but I never belittle the person.  After all, there are times when I am that person, like today. And three weekends a month during the summer.  I have no choice but to work a second, and sometimes a third, job to cover my bills.

I have a college education. I live with a roommate to keep down my expenses. I don’t buy clothes unless they are on sale. My car is as fuel efficient as I can afford.  So believe me when I tell you that I understand being on a budget and still wanting to enjoy your vacation.

Sometimes the reason you get horrible customer service is because you are just a rotten customer.

If you haven’t read this article, it is worth a read.

We assume sometimes that the people who are serving us do not have the intelligence to do anything else. We forget about the people like myself or my friend, Sonia, who is leagues smarter than me.  We work our buttocks off to pay our bills and take care of our families.  We do what it takes and, no matter what job we work, we do our best. We learned it from our parents and grandparents.

Maybe screaming and acting like a horse’s rear has gotten you your way in the past, but was it really worth it?  Did it make you feel good at the end of the day or did you tell yourself that the other person was an idiot or you pulled one over on the man?  Fast food workers have been ridiculed for asking for minimum wage to be doubled. People have asked why they have worked there as long as they have had or why they had three kids.  Instead of asking are they getting a fair wage?

Are they? Could you live on their income?

I know people assume that if you work at a theme park you are a moron.  They always seem to forget that if there weren’t people willing to work full time at these parks there would be no one to run them when the kids go back to school.  They forget that many of these people took jobs at their local parks when they were laid off from other jobs so at least they had a job.  The economy has been bad for a while and a lot of people have turned to the work they could find. There are also people like my Momma who worked at theme park for years because she loved it. When Papa retired, she took a job at Disney so that she could go to the park she loved everyday. (Momma is in Mensa by the way)  Some of these jobs aren’t bad except for the pay. Oh, and the customers who make unreasonable requests or the first words out of their mouths are simply horrifying.

Update: About an hour after posting this, I found this article about a company that is offering its fast food workers a living wage. Bravo!! I wonder if they have any gluten free options.

Gratitude…

My absence from this blog hasn’t been intentional. Life of late has been running me more than me running with it.  My car broke down last week among other things. The tires on my bike keep deflating.  Despite the stresses, I have been writing daily and the coming year is going to be far more prosperous than the last one. The last two weekends I have been cleaning and resting; setting my physical world in order  as well as my mental one.

The lesson I have been dooming myself to repeat again and again is taking on too much.  This weekend, I didn’t go to work at all even though I was scheduled to do so.  I stayed home and last night had dinner with two old friends and their precious little girl.

We talked for hours after dinner everyone taking turns cuddling the little one. As the evening continued, I realized that these were people with whom I could and have been completely honest with.  They have been a consistent blessing in my life and their honesty a gift.

Reflecting on my best friends, I am so grateful for their honest presence in my life.  It is one of the things that keeps me going through the stresses of my life.  Little by little, day by day, I really am getting better at this thing called life.

All By Myself

Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home

Sitting alone in my house for the first time in months with no roommate expected back and I don’t know what do with myself.

My roomie is moving out by the first of the month.   It seems strange being alone in the house knowing that in a few short days my home will be all mine  again. I am happy and a little melancholy since I had just gotten used to sharing my space.  So, I am on my own again. It isn’t a bad thing, it is just a thing to adjust to and move with; not against.

Life is full changes. Some are handled better than others.

The time between Halloween (Samhain or the Celtic New Year) and New Year’s Day has become the time when I test drive my resolutions.  One of the resolutions is become a more discipline writer.  Another one is to become a better money manager.  The latter takes on a greater importance now that I will once again be the person solely responsible for the paying household bills. ( The kitty boys refuse to get jobs and Luke is still just a puppy, albeit a fifty pound one; still he isn’t capable of really holding down steady employment.)

Unemployed Puppy
Unemployed Puppy

Resolutions are goals that need to be planned for in order to achieve success.  Today’s events present an opportunity for such planning.

Blessings come in all forms.

Working my life away… or

Two weeks, I began two more jobs. I already had two… well  besides writing.

Monday nights, I am reading tarot at a local bar and Tuesday I am tending the same bar. Both of the new financial opportunities were the result of a good friend needing help and me needing cash.

Maybe I am crazy for now having four jobs, which is fine since I have no problem being crazy or appearing like it.

It may seem like I am working too much, teaching and having three part time jobs. None of my secondary jobs are more than eight hours a week.  Everything right now is nicely balanced and helping build up my precious savings account. I am doing what I need to take care of the financial side of my life at the same time feeding my need for new interactions and experiences.

When we reflect on the work we do, if we even take the time to do that, we tend to see it as something that we have to do.  Some days that is true for me.. there are days however, when I make the choice to go to work.  Even when I am tired or sick.  Those are normally good days because making it into a choice gives me the power not the activity.

I choose to work the jobs I do, because I want to have more choices and like the work. They help me to live my life and not the other way around; it living me.