Over
35 years ago when I was last an employee, I had a supervisor who many
co-workers judged as a difficult person.
Fortunately for me, I didn’t share this judgement. I got along with him reasonably well;
although, at times, it wasn’t easy.
Perhaps the reason was he treated me decent and
different than how he treated others.
Why?
I’m not sure but his “different strokes for different folks” way of dealing with co-workers is common human behavior. Regrettably, I engage in similar behavior and am sure if you’re honest, you do too.
Why?
I’m not sure but his “different strokes for different folks” way of dealing with co-workers is common human behavior. Regrettably, I engage in similar behavior and am sure if you’re honest, you do too.
Anyway, he had a certain notoriety and often came up during work break
conversations when he wasn’t present.
The chatter was typically dominated by those who judged they were always
on the short end of his different strokes for different folks conduct.
One
person among this crowd once said something about him that made me laugh. He said that “So and so is so darn ornery that
his dog regularly bites him.” I don’t
know if this was true that this man’s best friend did bite him or if it was merely a figure
of speech to drive home a point.
Over
the weekend, I talked to a friend who shared how he was
suffering from stir crazy syndrome. He’s
been afflicted with it since being shelter in place homebound due to a Coronavirus
Executive Order by our Governor. I’ve
had my stir-crazy moments too, although the work I do is considered “minimum
essential” so I’m free to go to work. Therefore,
I’m “legally” more mobile than my friend and others.
Nonetheless,
I still have mild stir-crazy moments even though I’m likely busier than my
friend.
Why?
Is
it because the chaotic vibrancy of living life in the fast lane is now an unfamiliar stillness of sorts?
When
will it end? Your guess is as good or
bad as mine; as the saying goes, time will tell.
Maybe,
yes maybe, this stir-crazy feeling is the result of being tired spending too much
time with ourselves.
Maybe,
yes maybe, we really don’t like spending too much time with ourselves.
Maybe,
yes maybe, by spending a lot of time with ourselves, we’re getting to know ourselves
better.
And
maybe, yes maybe, we’re learning there are things about us we really don’t
like. Maybe like my former supervisor
who co-workers found difficult to get along with.
I
don’t own a dog, but if I did, would my dog bite me like, supposedly, my former
supervisor’s dog did, according to the co-worker’s revelation?
There’s
a good chance our stir-crazy symptoms will continue for a while. We’ll have many opportunities to further
explore and discover how well we get along when spending lots of time by ourselves.
Is
there something about our behaviors making it unpleasant for others and
ourselves to be around us?
Will
the dog in me one day bite me?
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum