Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Associations

So I was biking on the weekend with my son. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon.

This is a snippet of our conversation:

My son: You’ve got grey hair
Me: Yes, I know.
My son: That means you’re old.
Me: Actually, I’ve had grey hairs since I was in high school
[Meditative pause]
My son: Wow. You’ve been old for a long time.

This made me think of a situation at work and how we associate one thing with another.

I have a supervisor that is prepping to do a termination. She is an emotional person at the best of times and this certainly isn’t the best. She is paranoid that she will not be able to get through the termination without getting upset, particularly if the employee does as well. I asked her why she thought this would be so terrible. Her words, “it would show I’m weak”.

Really?

Okay, granted completely breaking down in a termination meeting, when you are the one doing the terminating is not the most professional thing to do and may send mixed messages to the departing employee, but is it really weakness to show some sign of emotion in the face of someone else’s distress.

I don’t get upset in these meetings, but then I don’t have the same rapport that exists between a supervisor and employee. I don’t enjoy these meetings; however, it is part of business and my goal is to ensure that it’s done properly and that the employee is treated fairly and respectfully to the very end.

So, I don’t get emotional – does that make me a stronger person?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Addendum

Had I read this (Post on confusion), I might not have made my previous entry.

Still not a fan of non-fiction.

Moral quandary

I’m an avid reader and since finishing my studies, I have been averaging a book a week. I’m a fiction kind of gal, mostly by preference, and as a result of the aforementioned studies, by necessity.

With a few exceptions, which have inspired and motivated me, I’ve generally felt disappointed or frustrated with non-fiction. In these instances, as with the book I’m currently reading, I’m forced to look around at my reality and decide whether I’m satisfied with what I see. I’m reading Three Cups of Tea and while I have no desire to suddenly uproot my life to go build schools for the poverty-stricken and isolated children in Afghanistan, I look at what I’m doing and think…is this it?

An admitted creature (but not slave) of habit, I drag my butt out of bed at the same time each morning, drive the same one hour commute, walk into my office and prep for each and every work day with pretty much the same routine. While there are often “exciting” moments (see previous entries), 80% of my job involves some form of paper-pushing. One can argue that there is always a value to a job – and being in HR, that’s part of my job (selling the value of a job), but that doesn’t mean that it’s going to be a rewarding experience.

Approaching my two year mark in my job (my original time frame for staying here), I am now mulling over whether I should concentrate on finding a role at the “next level” (ie. more responsibility, more pay), or whether it would be better to seek something that would offer me more of a sense of value and contribution. And then I wonder, do these have to be mutually exclusive?

I like the expression, “find a job that you love and you’ll never work a day in your life”…it’s a wonderful concept, but how does it pay?

And lest anyone remember my ealier point that your job does not equal your life...I know. I'm not contradicting myself - I'm exploring the other side of the arguement.