A Link to the Past and Future

This week saw some of my most frustrating moments in my career, the entirety of which resulted from specific (backbiting, and overwhelmingly negative) coworkers. One rather ridiculous hiccup that occurred at work this week was the continued abuse of office equipment by clients; these included visits to adult websites as well as an obscenely long fifty-two minute long distance phone call to Los Angeles. Although it appears nowhere in my job description, apparently management of equipment and Internet usage is under my shared jurisdiction. Although a nuisance and an irritant, the disappointed expectations I have of specific coworkers were by far the most negative aspect of this work week and for the first time since I began working at Brashear, I didn't like my job, which is a worrisome development.

Last weekend - filled with formulaic romantic comedy, mild Chinese food, and misjudged apple green paint - seemed like a getaway compared to this most recent weekend. Friday evening, we enjoyed some head-scratching fashions and beautiful seams from Project Runway season two, and the next day the mousetrap-like box store Walmart enveloped us in deals and debt. We failed to reach Bridgeville, PA for a wedding reception for some good friends of ours after nearly two hours of navigating poorly in search of 279-South which I maintain does not exist outside the logic of Google Maps.

The NFL gratefully and ravenously accepted my remaining free time this weekend and all of a sudden, it's Monday once again. My obsessive crusade to better manage my time fell victim to my own defeated and exhausted needs for controlled and quiet interactions and as a result, I managed to waste far more hours in front of a flickering box than I care to admit. Chavonne, however, turned me onto a wonderful website (RealSimple.com) and my innate urge to organize and has been renewed once more; sadly, any activity on that front must wait until my homework is completed. This week, however, simply can't be as frustrating and defeating as the previous, in which I was pushed two steps back for every tentative and unsure stumble forward. However, it's said the measure of a man (or woman) is how they experience defeat and adversity; let's see what kind of man I am.

1 Comment

1. Chavonne on October 29, 2009 at 3:36 PM

   You are the greatest man I know. I know that you will succeed in the face of any adversity. Love you.