As I tremble awake to the sound of my alarm clock raging, I crawl over to the shelf my phone is resting on to hit snooze. I crawl back to the comfort of my covers only to hear the alarm go off in deafening noise a few seconds later. I feel light shining in through the windows above my bed telling me it’s time to wake up and face the horror that is Monday morning. I look over to the time to see I have a measly 22 minutes until I have to rush out to catch my bus. My top personal resolution of having a better handle of time already destroyed on my first day back to work in the new year. Typical. What’s a resolution if not broken.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I shiver from the cold. Fumbling half asleep I manage to get through showering and getting dressed with 10 minutes to spare. After a couple of minutes attempting to salvage the hair on my head, I toss it in a bun clipping it in with two hair ties and three clips. A few swipes of mascara, some concealer, and berry lipstick manage to make me look awake despite how sluggish I was feeling. But dress the part and you’re good to go I figure.
As my days usually go, it’s a ridiculous event after another filled with a million things to vent about. I froze to icicles outside, my subway was delayed, the sushi bar meant to open today in my office complex was still out of sight, I purchased two coffees both of which were made terribly wrong, I got into a bad argument with a friend and the past two E-Newsletters I thought I sent out to Beyond Bossy readership turned out to only be saved as drafts.
On the subway ride home I overheard two young ladies talking. For storytelling purposes we’ll name them Ashley and Jessica. Ashley had a fight with her boyfriend during the weekend which caused her to lash out at a co-worker and customer today, causing an enormous issue. She was placed on a 10 day suspension pending a review at her workplace. Jessica began consoling her by telling her that it was alright and they were bound to understand because of the awful weekend she had to which Ashley explained that she wasn’t so sure as she’s had incidents previously take place recently. Jessica proceeded to tell her that even so, everybody has their moments and her employees are human too – if they don’t get it then their loss. Ashley thanked her for her sympathy. “I hope so. You know what, you’re totally right. With the weekend I had, I don’t need this added stress. If I lose my job, I lose it”.
I sat there shocked by what I was hearing. Lashing out at not only a co-worker but a customer as well? Performing poorly at work due to relationship issues? Thinking her employer will review it with grace after previous incidents? On top of all, acting so nonchalant about the whole situation.
What kind of work ethic was this?
Rule of trade: keep of a poker face. There is no room for personal problems at work. Your bad day? Nobody cares about it. You have a job to do. You are getting paid to do it. The world does not owe you a thing neither does you employer (I’m talking about normal work conditions, not situations of employers exploiting their employees). I was utterly irritated at the perspective of two young women who looked no more than a couple years older than me. The most infuriating part is how often I see it. How many people simply assume they are invincible and cannot be touched by anybody or anything no matter how much they screw up, as if everything is excusable or justified. As if they are irreplaceable.
There is always someone else there that could do what you are doing and better. Someone that will put in more dedication and value than a simple, “If I lose it, I lose it”.
Here’s the thing about mornings or Mondays. About break ups or struggles at home. Anything that you generally don’t look forward to. You don’t like them, but they’re there regardless as life has it. There will be the bad days and weeks. Even the bad months or years. Ultimately all you have left to do is make peace with it; mind over matter. It doesn’t mean everything that is going wrong will instantly get better. It simply means that things won’t always be fabulous. They rarely are. Yet part of being an adult is dealing with the things that are not going as we’d like them to.
It may be a bad morning or a bad night or a bad whatever. But it is not a bad life.
Show up everyday despite how little you want to. Create a life you want to live and remember that even when you are living your dream you will still have the bad mornings and the days you just want to shut off from everything. It is human and it is necessary. However, nothing and nobody owes you anything. If you want something, you work for it – no excuses. You show up despite how little you want to. Or somebody else will.