Convenience
Before November 7th, I worked right around the corner from Huntington Hospital (website needs work), so every Tuesday at 3:54, I was on my way out the door, and I was never late.Since I started for 3G Communications, I have missed about four of the ten scheduled shifts. And on most of the ones where I actually showed up, I was anywhere from 10 minutes to two hours late. I always call to announce my suck-ness, but I recently have noticed the change in tone each time I call to say I will again be late. The powers-that-be are not pleased with tardiness.
As I raced through traffic, I thought of the watchtheroad.org commercial, and slowed down to 32 in a 25. I had to drop off the We are an awesome sales company white Escalade at the parking garage, race to the elevator, and drop off the keys to ride in the wife's I must go at least 34 in a 25 gray Spyder. In between all the racing, I had a couple of moments of clarity.
The first came while waiting for the valet to move a couple of cars to open Henry's spot. I refused to get frustrated with him for his failure to walk quickly, and I thought about what I would do if I lost my cool volunteer post. Then I darted to the elevator for the 22 story ascent. The second came in the elevator, as I searched for a zen-like calm that could help me to see more clearly. The air eased off my ears and I stopped caring. Don't sweat the small stuff. Everything happens for a reason. This too shall pass. And I realized why men more often are victims of stress.
It felt like a Blink moment. I'll just make getting here a bigger priority. Problem solved. Today. Hopefully next week.
After those reckless drinking years, I am still down a few thousand karma points, so losing this spot at the hospital would be killer. 2,000 employees, 1,000 volunteers, many of whom would prefer the regular activity at the front desk. I had better start showing up on time.
What other options are available? Want to donate platelets on Sunday mornings?
posted by Vertabrett @ 7:17 PM
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