Am I Allowed To Be Happy At Work?

Have you ever had a meeting with your boss and couldn’t wait until the meeting was over before it began? Hopefully you answered no, but if you answered yes, sadly I can sympathize with you.

time clock

For the past two and a half years I was living a daily nightmare. I had the kind of boss that not even Disney could vilify well enough.  The kind of boss that renders you silent, because you know if you say something is white, he will retort that it is black. So the mere sight of him caused me to cringe.

You would think  that two and a half years isn’t that  long in terms of a job, and you’re right. You see I actually worked at this job for over five  years before the structure changed and I was assigned what I can only describe as the Tasmanian Devil brought to life as a boss, my boss.

Taz

I finally put myself back on the job market, and was offered and accepted a new position, with a new company. So your probably thinking good, this writer clearly stated he was unhappy. Well it is going to take some time to develop new habits.

The problem I am experiencing now is letting go of the past. Every once in a while I feel a slight panic, then it occurs to me that Taz isn’t going to be apart of my day.  I  occasionally will wake in the middle of the night full of angst worried that I missed a deadline for a report or my projections are amiss , then realize I no longer work for that previous company. It’s like waking up from a nightmare and grasping  that it wasn’t real. I tell myself, you never have to go back there.

 

Sleepless

I don’t want to give the impression that I was a glutton for punishment and stayed at this job completely miserable for no reason. Although I knew I was getting a very unpopular boss. I stayed because I thought I couldn’t replace the essentials like, PTO and salary. I was worried I would take a new position making the same or less money and less vacation time. Although I was fortunate not to lose any vacation time and in fact make more money, but in hind sight I have to ask myself was it worth staying and waiting so long. No it wasn’t. time is a very precious commodity.

Sometimes you cannot see the forest for the trees. Is the $1 more an hour worth the sleepless nights? Is the extra week off worth all the stress that causes you to call in sick more than you would have ever planned.  It isn’t and I can attest to this.

As I allow myself to get to a point where I know it is okay to celebrate accomplishments at work, I slowly let go of  the sour puss. As I accept that my contributions at work are valued, I increasingly begin to smile a little more often and a little wider.  I find that I am genuinely  excited to wake up and start my day lately.

Yes its okay to be happy at work.

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Binghamton University Uber Experts

Binghamton has finally joined the rest of the world and Uber is now a part of our daily lives (not so mundane now huh?). I was not only excited to use it, I wanted to drive and meet others from Broome County. I was approved and 6 weeks into it things were going swimmingly.

Then Uber proudly announces through several emails how much busier and happier drivers will be because the students of Binghamton University were returning. You know….more rides more money. 

If you didnt already know Drivers and Riders rate each other in a checks and balances system to keep drivers professional and riders respectful of the drivers vehicle. And riders were showering with me 5 stars, which is the best a driver or a rider can get.

Well you add in some snot nosed, pimple face kids from Long Island and although you allow a kid to squeeze 4 of his fellow classmates along with them in your car ……(deep breath),they give you 3 stars because it was a tight squeeze. Well this isn’t Mommies Land Rover. 

Further more it takes several minutes for this gaggle of Undergrads to get in the car only to go 4 blocks. They squeal  like pigs getting booster shots in the their rump roast when you hit one of BU’s large speed bumps. They leave soda cans and water bottles. When I’m cleaning after them I imagine I’m cleaning  their  sippy cups. Some drop offs spots are your next pick up spots with one mega group getting out and another getting in. Now another low rating because now there is sippy cup debris in the car, and little Long Island Princesses don’t  like a dirty car

Hopefully before they graduate they will learn some common sense and ping 2 Uber cars. They are very careful not to run up Mama’s credit card on Uber when that $20 latte sigma cum largee coffee is waiting.

We know the college fuels the economy, but sheesh little Silver Spoons consider your impact on us Drivers or we will feed you to the hounds aka the taxi drivers.

Welcome back kids.