I was walking out of the parking garage the other day to go to work and there was a girl walking behind me. A little to close for my comfort. We get down the stairs and into the alley. I feel her get even closer and I turn to my right and she's walking beside me. If anyone would have seen us, they would have thought we were friends walking together. Confused of course, I just looked at her. She looks past me towards Wells Fargo like she's looking for something or someone, and proceeds to cross over. No eye contact, no "excuse me," nothing.
I put a lot of effort into making sure that surprises and emergencies don't pop-up at work. I plan a head. I prepare. I schedule. Whatever it takes. If our receptionist is going to be out that means I will be answering phones half the day. I make sure to let my boss know in hopes that he too, will plan a head. However, it appears as though others in my office do not plan a head. You would think (again, not everyone thinks the way you do) that if your administrative assistant/receptionist is going to be on vacation, you would plan your schedule accordingly. Meaning you're not setting up appointments when you're supposed to be answering phones. I realize some things in our business cannot be rescheduled or there is a deadline. Then, perhaps, your administrative assistant/receptionist shouldn't be taking the day off.
I have been meaning to keep track of every time I go to use the copier at work and how many times someone either hovers or just cuts in front of me. But, I always forget. If I had to guess it's 95% of the time. The other day I was copying a file and had stepped to the side of the copier to put papers back in the file. While I was doing this, one of the attorneys came up, logged me out, and started punching in his code. I know this because I stood there with my mouth hanging open while I stared at him in disbelief. Mind you, my code wasn't even logged out. I think it keeps you logged in for 60 seconds. He didn't even bother to ask if I was done. As I'm standing there in disbelief he looks up and he says "Oh, were you not done?" Nope. Sure wasn't. I just told him to go ahead. Happens all the time. I went to my desk and sat down until he was done. Do I think he purposely just started using the copier thinking I wasn't done? No. But, people you've got to be mindful of others around you and your surroundings. The receptionist hovers over me the majority of the time. I've tried telling her I'm going to be a while. I've tried telling her that I'll let her know when I'm done. I've tried joking with her about her hovering. I gave her a choice one day to either hover or I'd let her know when I was done and she chose to hover. If I hear someone using the copier, I don't even walk over there. I wait until he/she is done. Again, not everyone thinks the way you do. This morning while I was trying to haul ass to get some deeds done for a closing, I could barely concentrate because the girl answering the phones was up front talking and laughing with our copier guy. I literally could not hear myself think. In the midst of this, one of the attorneys is walking around the damn office on his cell phone talking. I don't have the luxury of having an office with a door. Literally, the only thing that would make me want to become an attorney is so that I could have an office with a door.
I don't like my space invaded. I like to think most people don't. Maybe the work stuff makes me uptight. In fact, I've been hearing that most of my life. I'm uptight, need to relax, take a chill pill, don't let things get to you, have a drink.
You can't control how others behave, but you can control how you react. Or, at least that's what I hear. HA! I'm 37 years old and I don't know that I'm ever going to relax, unwind, or brush shit off. With that being said, how do you relax? I don't mean on the weekends, or when you get home from work. I mean in the moment when you find your blood pressure rising and the sudden urge to punch someone in the throat. In that moment, how do you relax? I'd love to hear all your ideas.
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