Bubbles courtesy of Peter Rol
Okay, I haven’t practiced for uhm, like, a week. Not bagua anyway. On Saturday I decided to take the day off (since I had been practicing the day before), then I went to a party and planned to stay until 9:30 p.m. in order to get enough sleep and be fit on Sunday. Then, I came home at 3:00 a.m., so that much about being fit. I had a terrible 12-hour shift on Monday, which I recovered from on Tuesday, before I went on a night-shift, which I recovered from on Wednesday and then had another 6-hour shift yesterday, which sent me screaming mad (more on that later) and I spend the afternoon and evening recovering from that (eating pizza and watching movies, people). And, umh, today. Today is training day anyway, so why bother. My very exigent Bagua Master won’t notice a thing. Except, I’m all stiff and hurting and my joints are all squeaky.
In other news, work. I really LOVE it. Except for a few people I work with. I know I’m fast (and furious), not very patient and an exceptionally annoying control-freak. I love to get things done by myself, because then I can plan ahead and I am aware I’m responsible for the consequences. I am in no way a very pleasant team-player. Most probably, I’ll try to control the work you do as well. Most probably, I will treat you like an idiot. And not because you are one, but because I’m crippled by anxiety one of us might miss something important. But since I know myself, I’ll restrain myself. Unless… unless you are a slow thinker and not willing to take responsibility. Unless you have no sense for emergencies. Unless I stumble upon you each time I actually try to get a thing done.
So this guy I have to work with occasionally. He’s SLOW. Like, five steps behind in thinking and eight steps behind in doing stuff. And he really sends me raging. This is not personal in any way, he’s actually quite a nice person. But he wakes the frenzied zealot dozing inside of me. Which, I realize, is a problem of my own. Maybe I should do like Maddy and run around the clinic, chanting OM in my brain. Any suggestions? Yes? I’m off to practice then.
5 responses so far ↓
Casdok // September 21, 2007 at 8:47 pm |
Well it is an option!!
mcewen // September 21, 2007 at 10:52 pm |
I have no sympathy what so ever, not one jot. At least you get to leave work, it’s not as if you have to be with him all the time. Wear your sunglasses, put a blue tooth in one ear and the ear bud of an ipod in the other, you’ll just look very busy, up to date and techy.
Cheers
gartenfische // September 22, 2007 at 1:16 am |
Ha! This really hit home. Because I married one of those SLOW people, and I am a quick person. I think fast, he thinks slow. I walk moderately fast, he walks slow. He does everything slow! I get so impatient with him. It’s really good for people like us to learn to slow down and be patient. I’m always interrupting P. because he pauses for a very, very long time sometimes in the middle of saying something and I think he’s done.
One thing I do know, after being married to one for almost twelve years, is slow thinkers aren’t necessarily stupider!
Good luck! I’m glad you love your work over all.
moonymaid // September 22, 2007 at 10:38 am |
Maddy, I’m not trying to compete with you in the awkwardness of daily life
‘Cause you know I think you’re simply amazing, dontcha?
But when I don’t have to put up with Dr.Slow to distract me, I still have to live with myself all day long
Casdok, thanks for stopping by.
gartenfische, how do you resist turning into the Tasmanian Devil at times?
gartenfische // September 23, 2007 at 11:55 pm |
MM, yeah, well, it’s not easy! (Sometimes I do turn into one.) But, of course, his wonderful qualities outweigh this annoying one, so that’s how I manage.