Can I please trade in my purpose in life?

In all seriousness, none of us can really know what our purpose is on this Earth — but we can sure take a stab at guessing what it may be.For instance, my guess for my purpose in life would be that I was placed here for two things: To act as a the corporate sounding board where ever I work and to “eagerly” volunteer for everything — even stuff I know I don’t really want to do. My time at work last week and now working well into the weekend helped me come to this “realization.”

Scenario one:  The Perpetual Complainer

OK, I do my share of complaining — off the clock. It was a hard lesson but I learned it just in time to now have to manage folks and keep a focused “eye on the prize.” But ring, ring here is yet another peer who is yaking about how much she doesn’t think things are going in a “fair” direction at work. And usually emails follow. It usually starts as, “Well why do WE have to do it when [the perpetual] THEY never do?” or “I just don’t see how this will benefit us.”Well usually I feel the same. I listen. I try the “positive” spin as I work through the complaint. Inside I agree, but I just can’t fuel the negativity. I save that for here.  🙂

Scenario two: The Big Cover Up

All I’m going to say is if you have to call before my visit to your bureau and unprofessionally warn me not to listen to what your “gossipy” staff says about your management and overall personal skills, you have something to hide.

Scenario three: Bitch Fest Liaison

Last week was like walking into a mine field when I visited another department at my company. Let’s just say I like to be able to hear what EVERYONE has to say; relate to them so they are comfortable; laugh; tell jokes;  decide what is fact, fiction or embellishment and then make sense of it all in time to report back to my boss. Why do I have to? Well because I really don’t see anyone else in my department doing it. But somehow my newly found “sense of purpose” is emblazoned on my forehead.

Scenario four: “When and where do you need me?”

That’s my handicap. Something needs to be done, the company needs help with something off work hours or so and so flaked, “Can you fill in?” Like the kid who always raises her hand in the front row of class, I remark, “Sure!” or “When and where do you need me?” When you scan the room of management, I’m the one who isn’t married. The one without kids. The younger one.

A wonderful addition to this is I get this closing remark from the older folks in the department quite often, “You’re young. You can handle it.”

Scenario five: Keeper of secrets

So and so did this, said this, their boss is having them do this but, “Don’t say I told you.” WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT? Here in my hands is a problem, now I have to decide if it’s true and then I have to decide the next plan of action in the most diplomatic and slick jewel thief kind of way in order to execute the solution or “report back” to the powers that be.

I know there is more to life — and for that matter my purpose — than this. But when it is the majority of your day to day activity … living … existing — it’s a little difficult not to think that this may be the illustrious “point of it all.”

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Peter Hoppa on Saturday, August 18, 2007 at 4:56 pm

    Sounds like a “Type A Burnout” brewing!? The “point of it all”, now that’s interesting. Sort of parallels what Alan Bean said, Lunar Module pilot for Apollo 12, in 1969 following his mission to the Moon, “is that all there is!” Life sure can be anticlimatic at times, but it is what it is by much of our control.


  2. yes…it really is. actually i think my boss and i are going to talk about that tomorrow. he already knows i’m brushing up my resume…


  3. by the way…VENTING HELPS! this was a good release and my convo today went well. i just needed to vent here…and to him.


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