Yesterday was a battle. I upset someone I like; received news that a friend has health problems; re-planned a major project for the umpteenth time; was given feedback that our top brass isn’t happy and was taken to task in no uncertain terms by someone I hardly know.
Have you noticed how bad even the traffic and trains become on days like that?
Returning to a providentially empty house (apart from our two greyhounds, sleeping on their backs like dead spiders… on the sofas!) I have to admit that my thoughts didn’t turn to that wise advice in Matthew’s gospel, “Who of you by worrying, can add a single hour to his life?”. Instead, I stewed for a while, basting indulgently in my own juices.
If you’re like me, take comfort. Apparently, this may be normal, (which is not the same, of course, as saying that it’s good).
The reason I say that is that I recently heard of a survey where senior managers and middle managers were asked to describe their feelings about work. I’m told that the middle managers described them in almost military terms, “It’s a war…, it’s a jungle out there”. In contrast, the seniors simply said, “It’s a game.”
It’s a small relief to see how perfectly I fit with my peers.