I recently completed Apollo 13 training at work. Nope, my job isn’t at NASA, and I’m not trying to re-enact a “Stars Wars” saga (although that would be fun). I’m in the technology industry, and my instruction covered improving ways to work in teams.
We carry them with us every day. Whether sweet or sour, everyone we encounter has them, and no, it’s not their favorite drink or snack. It’s our emotions, and although we may not think about it, they’re with us wherever we go, including at work.
His text message was brief. Would I be able to meet for coffee in an hour to give him input for his upcoming job interview? Perfect planning — my last call of the day was finished, and I was available.
Blah, blah, blah — yada, yada — yak, yak. Whether to inform, transact or socialize, people are constantly chatting.
What started as a gorgeous, sunny day had evolved into gloomy, stormy mayhem — lightning and hail included. Equally distressing was that activity at work had taken a similar, unsettled direction; there was a disturbance in the force.
Wake up, sleepyhead. Part of my wake-up ritual includes listening to the radio, sometimes singing along and always brushing my teeth to the rhythm of whatever.
If there’s a long line anywhere, most of us avoid it. Yes, I am readily raising my hand as an accomplished long-line avoider, but there are a few places where long lines are the norm and everyone seems fine with it.
There’s a great little breakfast joint near downtown where I meet a friend every few months to catch up. At our last breakfast he was fuming. No, they didn’t burn his bacon (he orders it nearly burnt, anyway). He was burning about something else — his job.
Three, two, one — it’s Monday morning again! The weekend was too short, your list of chores was too long and your alarm is buzzing you out of delicious, deep-sleep oblivion, driving you into another workweek.
Every week certain sounds, such as the trash truck rumbling down the street, signal that it’s finally Friday again. Anticipation echoes across office break-room banter, rowdy radio DJs and cheerfully chatty shoppers at the grocery store.