And it’s been a long, long, long time since I put in a ten-hour day at the office. I put in plenty of ten, twelve, twenty hour days at my home office, just not in my away-office.
And in the midst of it, I went from one thing to another, back again and then to another . . . learning new things, trying to finish things partially done, and revisiting other things I thought I never would again. None of that is unusual for me, I’ve been the wearer of many hats most of my life. It was just that not lining up thing.
There were imaginary fires to put out, where someone yelled fire, but there really wasn’t one. Better to take a few minutes to make sure there isn’t, than have to deal with the fallout of something real.
Again, in the midst of it, one thing became apparent, and it is the reason for this blog post. I’ve worked with great people in my life, and I’ve also worked with not so greats. There was a time that I thought the place was what made people lean one way or another. In this environment, one I wasn’t completely sure of, I have found that the people make all the difference. It isn’t the place, it’s the people.
In the course of my day, there were things I knew for sure. If I needed help, it would be there. If I needed guidance, I would find that too. And if I needed someone to go to bat for the program I facilitate, I could count on that as well.
I feel as though I’m part of a team that was already in place when I got there, which no matter what kind of a day you’re having, makes facing the next day something to smile about.
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