On cold winter mornings such as we’ve had lately, I sometimes wake up and have to talk myself into a positive mood. Sometimes it’s just hard having to extract myself from under the piles of blankets where it’s warm and cozy, and step out into the cold air, knowing that the thermometer outside is not going to climb above zero.
But not today. Today I awoke hoping that the weather man was correct when he said that cold snap would begin to break. I awoke feeling motivated and energetic, (which was really helpful during the exercise portion of my morning.) And this lofty mood carried right on into the rest of my day.
As I was driving to work, I was thinking about all the stuff that I have going on at work, how the to-do list keeps growing, and how one particular project seems to keep spinning its wheels. And in spite of those thoughts, I had some ideas brewing which, if I chose to speak up about them, would create more work for myself. I realized I could just keep my mouth shut about those ideas and just keep working toward getting everything else under control. But I didn’t want to. And eventually, when I mentioned it, I was told to run with it. Which got me to thinking how lucky I am to have a job I really enjoy, a job that provides challenges and opportunities to experiment and grow and learn.
I was in full love-my-job mode. I’d had four meetings throughout the course of the morning and worked through my lunch in order to get a few things done before the afternoon meetings began. After my first afternoon meeting, I walked two rows over from my cubicle to bring a colleague up to speed on a particular topic.
There are advantages to being tall. As I was talking with my co-worker at her cubicle, I glanced out over the tops of all of those gray walls. Tall people can see other tall people over the tops of the cubes. I could see the corner where my cubicle is located and I noticed a head sticking up from behind my wall. Since I wasn’t there, I knew it wasn’t my head. I quickly realized it was Bob’s head.
I know Bob pretty well, and his office is located in the near vicinity, but we don’t work together and I could think of no reason he would be in my cubicle while I was not there unless I had a dish of candy out in the open. Which I did not.
Then another head appeared, and I recognized it as Brian’s, our vice president. Brian and Bob together equals shenanigans, so I quickly walked back to my own neighborhood where I soon saw another head belonging to my boss, Lisa come around the corner. (Lisa is short. She can’t be seen from behind a cubicle wall.)
Bob and Brian and Lisa together equals big shenanigans. Before I could ask what was up and why they were all milling around my desk, the three of them sidled up together and began to sing the Flintstone’s anniversary song.
“It’s not my … ” I began, but then realized it was my work anniversary. Or it recently was. On the fifth of this month I’d been employed with my company for ten years. When they finished singing, complete with Brian dancing a little jig, I was laughing and thinking how lucky I am we can have fun in our office. Lisa handed me an envelope and a box.
I was being recognized for my years of service with a pretty nice watch (with only a subtle company logo on the face of it.) I haven’t worn a wrist watch in years, since my last one stopped working and continued to stop working way too frequently after replacing the battery several times. But this token of recognition seems like a pretty good excuse to start wearing a watch again. And how synchronous that I received it on the same day that my work mojo was in full force.
Now if I can just figure out how to work the clasp!