Nearly three months working from home, and I’ve learned more
about myself. The learning never really ends. One of the biggest surprises was
that I don’t miss going to an actual place of work. I’ve gone into work about
four times since lockdown started, to update files and directories on the
hospital network that I don’t have access to from home, and to water the
plants. I thought I would miss whatever little social interactions there are,
but I don’t. They are so few these days anyway that they no longer really
matter—a short conversation in the hallway, but mostly just greeting co-workers
when I run into them in the hallways. No long conversations, no lunches, no
after-work get-togethers. These are things of the past, my distant past. Like
most other things relegated to the past, you can miss them or not. It won’t
make too much difference. The river of life carries us ever onward, toward new
and unexplored destinations to which I look forward.
I view this time as a trial run for retirement. I’ve
discovered that I’ll be fine. I enjoy having control over my time, my plans,
and my daily schedule. I won’t miss meetings (virtual or otherwise), and I won’t
miss deadlines, filing reports, waiting for answers to emails (that rarely
come), or the perpetual babble about new visions and new ways to solve problems
that no one really wants to solve, or that no one has the budgets to solve.
Because in the final analysis, what would solve so many problems is to have the
manpower to really effect change. But we cannot have that. So we go on
pretending that problems that require manpower, are solvable without it. It’s a
catch-22 and I’m tired of playing the game. I won’t anymore. I’ve also
discovered that I’m practically-oriented; if I see a solution to a problem, I
want to implement it. That’s not always allowed, for some of the reasons
mentioned above.
I’ve also discovered that I’m not a particularly loyal
person anymore in a work context. I was, once upon a time, but circumstances
change and you come to realize that loyalty is often viewed by management as
blind obedience. I can’t do that—be blindly obedient. I wasn’t raised that way;
additionally, Catholic education encouraged us to think for ourselves, look at
both sides, and make reasoned decisions accordingly. Facts were important, and
truth was something to be aimed at. I cannot pretend that ‘the emperor is
wearing new clothes’ when he or she is in fact naked. I am not loyal in that
way, and never will be. It’s one of the reasons that I am neither a Democrat
nor a Republican; I grew up in a bipartisan family and plan on remaining
bipartisan. There are good reasons for that, which I’ll write about in another post.
Suffice it to say that trying to see both sides is something that more leaders
should add to their skills toolbox. Being honest about specific situations is
another one.
I’ve also discovered that for all the different ways we have
to communicate, we don’t really communicate effectively in a work context. We’ve
lost the ability to listen well; I am not saying people don’t listen to each
other, but they come to most encounters with their own agenda (myself included),
and it’s very hard to catch oneself while behaving that way. It mostly amounts
to learning to shut up. One can start there and move forward. I think our
current political leaders could learn to do the same. Because once you learn to
shut up, empathy starts to rear its head. There is no empathy without real
listening. ‘Listen unto others as you would have them listen unto you’.
Learning to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes is a question of training, and it’s
hard work. I have two friends with debilitating neurological illnesses, and what
they complain about the most is the lack of empathy they deal with every day.
They do not feel ‘seen’ or listened to, and that is a complaint that many
elderly in our society also have. My mother used to say that she felt invisible
the older she got. She was not an aggressive person; had she been so, outcomes
might have been different. My mother and those in her generation grew up
differently. Society at present is harsh, dog-eat-dog, intent on measuring how young,
successful, beautiful, handsome, or wealthy you are, at all costs. If you don’t
measure up, you’re not worth much. Old age is viewed as your own fault, about which
you should do something. It’s viewed as an illness or a problem, not as a
natural evolution. And yet, all living persons will get old and die one day.
That’s just life. No amount of wishful thinking or plastic surgery will prevent
that.
I’ve also realized that I’m ‘so over’ much that strikes me
as stupid or inane. I have no patience for listening to bullshit, and no
patience for people who do not use their intelligence. I have no patience for
unkind people; if you want to be in my circle, kindness is one of the keys for
entrance. I won’t be unkind toward unkind people; I just simply walk away from
them. I won’t give them the opportunity to unleash their rage or frustration on
me or others. I am not interested in what they have to say. I have given such people
more leeway in my life previously, but no more. If you are unhappy with your
life, stay away from me, unless you want me to list up all of the things in
your life for which you should be grateful. Go out and take a walk in nature,
do volunteer work, or stop watching the inanity on television and social media.
Change your life. It can be done.
