I would like to travel in a time machine to the 1940s and 1950s to get a real picture of office life.
I know there were no copy machines or Keurigs, but were there as many cry babies? Did people know the difference between office and home?
As a woman, I have recognized a huge component which may have been left out of the feminist movement: Office Education for Women
The same women who paint the picture of being 9-5 superwomen, will often quiver chin in meetings and cry in the bathroom or in front of you over the most stupid issues.
There are many women currently in the workforce with the inability to differentiate between work and home. This can manifest itself by talking to their coworkers like they are children, acting like they are the office mother, and crying if they get their feelings hurt (picture your mom after a really bad rumble with the kiddos).
There is not one person in the world who does not have a bad day, but dear God, let’s man up. Embrace the following concepts to enhance the workflow:
- You did not birth anyone or anything here
- You are not married to anyone here
- You do not live here
- You do not own this place
Embracing these office concepts should make it easier to avoid crying in the bathroom when your coworkers tell you to be at meetings on time, please do not interrupt them, and to stop rearranging things in their office space, and any other office issue which may arise.
Working through these common sense principles will also help you manage change in your place of business. Think about it, do you go in any business that looks and operates exactly like it did 25 years ago? Hell No.
Quit arguing and crying about change in the workplace. This is common sense.
Last night I attended a concert. The band said, “We have been working on some new music and here is our letter to the world.”
Before even one word fell out of the singer’s mouth, the crowd whipped out their smart phones in the poor, pitiful candle mode and began to sway.
What ever happened to waiting to see? Why assume the song was going to be all doom, gloom, and blah?
Let’s think about the condition of the immediate world of we concert attenders last night. We drove there in our car, no one appeared homeless other than by choice, this event was free, there were drinks, people were smiling and happy. I saw no reason to whine.
Why pre-whine? Let’s wait and see if there is actually anything to whine about. For all you know they were about to sing about sunshine, roses, and unicorns. None of those require swaying and candle mode.
As to what the letter to the world actually said…I will have to wait until the album version. As with 99.9% of all live concerts, I could not understand one word of what they were saying.
Tip of the Day: Quit trying to die of a rare, special, and/or unique disease.
Some people, male and female, are in search of a rare disease to die of daily. Please stop! You are killing the rest of us!
If you have been to several doctors and they have told you there is nothing wrong with you, take their word for it and just LIVE! BE ALIVE!
Take a minute and notice when your mind is fully absorbed in other things you really don’t have any trouble breathing, there are no heart palpitations, no weird skin lesions, no tingling sensations, etc.
After all, how many people can run a 5 minute mile on the treadmill and really be truly ill? ZERO…NONE
ENJOY YOUR LIFE
STEP AWAY FROM THE THERMOMETER
DO NOT GOOGLE, DO NOT WEB MD
Long before Bruce turned into Caitlin, pussification was occurring. This is nothing new.
A recent example of pussification is when a really hot guy made the statement he needed to wash his hands immediately after he pets a dog. This same person has a tattoo on the inside of his upper arm which read“Pain is Gain”. Really? After the statement about the hand washing, I have the feeling a little Fido slobber would bring you right to your knees.
Mothers are the ultimate pussifiers. What child needs a pacifier when you can have a lifetime pussifier? Who cares that you are now in college or if you are a 40-yr-old adult? Your doorbell just rang. Your mom just came with a casserole and to rehash how your boss is an asshole. She is going to call him and/or pep up your resume to send out on some other job opportunities. She also needs to make your dental appointment and dust while she is “just in the neighborhood”.
Let’s apply a hefty dose of common sense to prevent pussification of people, regardless of their gender.
And regardless of how tough you think you are, if you have to go wash your hands after you pet a dog…..you just completed the pussification process and you did not have to spend the money , Honey.