A former coworker just directed me to a picture he has up on flickr, and I noticed he had a bunch of coworker pictures — he’s always taking pictures, so he catches some interesting moments. So anyway, that got me exploring to see what other pics he had sitting around. I found two from October of last year that he took of me in the office (I kind of remember that, but clearly I was engrossed in conversation) and they made me do a double-take. People, I look SO pissed off in these pictures. And of course, I can’t remember why. I mean I have a vague idea, because I remember some of what was going on at that time, but as far as what specifically made me so mad, I have no clue.
Dude. That is one humorless, pissed off chick.
Two lessons from that:
1 – As much as I loved the people at the former workplace (and I did — and still do — adore them to pieces), the day-to-day work stuff got pretty intense sometimes.
2 – Is my job really worth getting that upset about? You know what I mean? Because, as a passionate person with a solid work ethic, and because at the end of the day I really want to have contributed something worthwhile to a meaningful project, I sometimes get really caught up in the little dramas and minutiae of my work. But seriously, it’s not like I’m curing cancer or defusing bombs. I could probably stand to take my work — and myself — a little more lightly.
You know. More like this.