I never did any Quiet Quitting or took my foot off the career gas pedal when I worked for others, so I ended up with responsibilities that were not a part of the job I’d taken, made up of annoying but necessary little business sidebars that had no place else to go. Let’s call them joblets, things like event-planning, acting as safety manager, putting out a yearly wage & salary survey, writing company newsletters, and as the lone female manager, going into the women’s restroom to find out why Marsha had been in there crying for the last half hour.
As safety manager I had to fill out the OSHA accident forms. Since we had accidents all the time, that was no small thing. It was a printing and embossing firm with loads of machinery that could pinch and crush, and sizeable type metal molds that could break a foot if dropped. I made many trips to the hospital with employees in my passenger seat while pretending that dripping blood was no big deal. I hated that joblet, but would be deeply humbled whenever I completed the yearly OSHA accident report form because there was a column for how many people had died doing their job, making my gripes about blood droplets on my floor mat inconsequential. Somebody out there was filling out that same form and putting a number in that box. It would take my breath away.
It’s something to consider as we slide into The Big Dark of a Pacific Northwest winter. Given the predicted La Nina cloud cover that will bring rain and snow, and given our position on the globe, there will be days when the sun is merely a rumor, a thing that showed up in the sky months ago and is no more and may never (we sometimes think) be again. I try to stave off those morose feelings. I drink coffee. I exercise every weekday. I read, write, decorate for the holidays, cook, see friends and family … but still, it sometimes feels like I’m wearing a 50-pound Stetson. Add to the physical environment a general post-pandemic haze and enough political ads to make you wish you were in that death column, and it can become easy to consider throwing a big Pity Party. Until …
Until you think of wars, and of people who are losing family members in it, and of countries with less infrastructure than ours, as aging and imperfect as it is, that are facing floods and hurricanes and lack of power or food. It’s all relative, and in comparison, we have it good.
But still … SO dark …
Cheers! (I’m trying! Fake it till you make it, they say!)
November 2, 2022