Monthly Archive for April, 2005

In My Shoes

I mentioned in my last post about a feeling of transition. I just knew transition was coming. I could feel it. I have been through enough major changes to know when another change is about to rear it’s ugly head..

When Pam walked me upstairs to have a “sit down” I knew this was it. This was when I found out if I was getting made a permanent Team Leader, or if I was getting asked to step back on to the floor as a CSR once again.

When I saw Sherman sitting there it was a source of comfort. It helped confirm my previous theory, leaning more towards the permanent position side of things. Then he proceeded to lay on the table a red folder. Red. Bloody red. Death, destruction, pain, suffering; RED. My sense of comfort slowly faded into the background. I knew the conversation would still be a good one. Every talk or meeting I have had with Sherman and Pam has been positive and I didn’t expect this one to be any different. If I was meant to get feedback, and that was what this was about, then so be it. I thoroughly enjoy any feedback, good or constructive.

I did receive feedback today regarding my interview process and my performance on the floor as an Upgrade Team Leader. It was very positive feedback, and I thank Sherman and Pam for being so kind during the meeting. Sherman thanked me for being so patient during this long and arduous process. He also said that bringing closure to all the upgrades whom were interviewed and had not yet been offered a permanent position was necessary, as we have been waiting for many weeks.

He then slowly opened up the red folder and pulled out a single piece of paper. It looked similar to the piece of paper I signed when I was made an upgrade. Based on the conversation up to this point I was ready to sign a document stating that my upgrade pay would be removed effective immediately and that I was to return to the floor.

That is not what this particular document said at all. Sherman could not help but crack a smile. Pam hands me a pen. Sherman then asked me if I was still interested in the permanent team leader role. The answer, of course, is obvious.

Paper signed. It is now official. I have obtained the Dremel.

Falling Up

Things feel weird. It is hard to put my finger on. It feels like a transitional phase. I have learned to proceed with caution during these times in my life. Who knows what is behind the next corner. It could be good, it could be bad. The trick is defensive driving; keep my foot close to the break, and start slowing down.

But what fun is there in that?

What happened to the good ‘ole days of pushing the gas to the floor, with the music cranked all the way up? We all slow down. We all grow up. We have to start making better decisions someday, right? My day has come. I probably made enough bad decisions to last 3 lifetimes. I changed due to necessity, not by choice. It might have taken me a lot longer to snap out of it if the circumstances were different.

Ultimately though, I am happy where I am at. I think I have always been able to cope well with my newest environments. It is a gift the Good Lord gave me; to see the positive in every situation and make the best of everything. His sense of peace follows me wherever I go.

So why be cautious during times of transition then? You are right. I might as well push down that gas pedal and hit that corner as fast as I can. What’s the worst that can happen?

Lets find out…

Shut the F%#$ Up & Dance

Last night was crazy. I had fun, but it definitely got weird. For those reading this that was there, this was my rationale:

1. I had to get home. I have this responsibility to the CSRs on my team that far supersedes my right to completely let go on a work week.
2. Yah, I saw her. Believe me, I noticed. I was not about to take advantage of a situation just because I could. And in the condition she was in, it for sure would have been taking advantage.
3. He was with her; “Mr. just can’t take a hint”. I’m not a toe stepper. I don’t interfere when someone else is already spitting game. If he left, and she stayed, then things might have been a little different.

But, again, I had a lot of fun, and I definitely would not mind seeing her again. And now it’s work time. Gotta Go.