Ponderings

2.0 Stories From the Front Lines

Titled: Technological Failures

Subtitled: But only the links we use and need every day to operate…


Ladies and gentlemen,

It’s no lie that retail can be ranked as one of the worst jobs around. Working with the public is never easy, but working with everything else involved in managing a store front can be taxing on the best of days.

Since accepting the position of supervisor, I’ve learned enough about upper management’s short-falls to make me sick. It’s akin to being a teacher in a classroom – unending responsibility and hardship, absolutely no control over the students or politics.

Here, I’ll begin to regale you with tales I like to call “Stories From the Front Lines,” because it’s here that I’ve discovered what it truly means to lead a team.


Today’s theme is defined by tripped alarms and stubborn computers…specifically only the links I NEED to load.

There is no small amount of work that needs doing on our computers, specifically during the morning shift which was where I found myself one morning. I couldn’t log in to the basic network, which was where EVERYTHING resided, but fortunately I could at least log into the back network and get such things as registers and terminals online.

My plight was not nearly as disastrous as the manager’s, as she had to finish payroll and was having a difficult time of it…

IF THERE’S A GOD, PLEASE LET US GET PAID IN TIME!

And after yet another complaint against various persons because the store manager has no disciplinary skills, I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone is tired of this place and just scraping to get by.

We’ve lost two good people in the last week, and I can summarize my team as follows:

The lazy, selfish old man who cares nothing for others.

The woman hiding her insecurities behind snark and sarcasm and that incessant laugh.

And the gentleman who speaks to no one, but who gives you the distinct impression he’s living within a musical somewhere…

There’s no zip. There’s no zap.

There’s no spark.

Welcome to Walgreens – the land of zombies – where service is always with an undead smile and the occasional eyeball can be seen rolling lazily down the cosmetic aisle.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

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Ponderings, Raw

Drifting

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I’m just a traveler on this earth, Sure as my heart’s behind the pocket of my shirt. I’ll just keep rolling till I’m in the dirt, ‘Cause I’m a traveller, oh, I’m a traveller. -Chris Stapleton

If you’ve been keeping up with this blog for any length of time, you may have noticed something absent. Maybe you realized it before I did. If so, you’ve seen through my facade.

I’ve been drifting content-wise with material for the blog as well as my personal writing. It’s going to be one of those years where I struggle to come up with a post for you. Somehow I keep plugging away at that bimonthy goal, but if I were truly honest, I don’t feel the content is worth your time or mine. What are we all doing here, people? What brings us back to this space? What are we searching for?


It bums me out when I fail to get motivated with writing projects. Stories are my escape from reality and my source of entertainment, but once again I’m trapped in this bog of ceaseless daily routines. Ideas wander fleetingly through my brain. Nothing interests me. I have more than enough projects on my bookshelf, sure. But I grow weary just thinking about picking one up.

My thoughts are definitely grounded this year. I’m focusing on my feet, keeping them moving, pushing one in front of the other. Winter usually does this to me, as well as big life changes.

I’ve got some big life changes on the horizon.

You see, the reality is, I can’t escape right now. I can’t run off. I have too many pressing details which require attention. If I lose focus on those, life will slip out of my grasp and I’ll scramble frantically, wondering where the time went. Duty calls. Responsibility knocks loudly.


There are writers out there who pound away at the keys even on days when they don’t feel like it. They’ve developed perseverance. They’re persistent and disciplined. I admire them greatly. Now let’s be perfectly honest in that a lot of writers are not this dutiful. We fall into writing slumps. We let the ink dry and dust cover the pages. It’s a sad truth. And not to make excuses, but we struggle just to maintain our lives. Things fall out of balance. Frequently.

It begs the question, What is this all for?

Or more accurately, For whom?

Sometimes we forget why we’ve started this journey.

What makes you write? What do you enjoy writing? Are you in a slump now? Let’s talk about it.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Ponderings

Unification

Life is not unified or balanced, despite our best efforts as human beings.

~Unknown

You have the best intentions. Your motivation is off the charts today. You lay out your best plan of action in the history of action plans. But as soon as tomorrow comes, all of those ideas seem to fade and your energy levels just aren’t there.

It happens to the best of us, doesn’t it? What are we lacking? Self-control? Determination? Resistance? Perseverance?

Some people seem to have it all together. They got the workout routine down. They nailed the healthy eating. Their houses are immaculate. And everything about them is just…perfect.

We all want that perfection. We see it. We recognize it. We desire it. What we fail to realize is how much work and attention to detail goes into perfection. It doesn’t happen in a day, a week, or even a month. It doesn’t happen in a year. It happens in a lifetime.


Perfect people sacrifice much of their lives for the sake of their lifestyle. They make the hard choices every single day. They fight against laziness, ease, and comfort to have the sort of pristine life we envy. And another aspect we fail to consider is this life comes with its own unique challenges and hardships.

So instead of being jealous, take a moment to be thankful for the zen qualities you already own in your life. Take a good hard look at yourself and find the things that make you unique. It’s fine to strive for perfection, but is it really worth letting it consume you?

Remember, it might not even be perfection we desire, but unification.

Wholeness.

Thought for today.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin