This morning I had an appointment to have blood work done (nothing is wrong with me its standard procedure when you are on Chantix to make sure its not messing with my liver).
The doc asked me how I was feeling being on the drug. Umm, I am relaxed. Almost too relaxed, like to the point that I will not allow myself to get stressed about ANYTHING! This is very strange for me because to say I have a Type A personality is like saying Britney Spears is a well balanced person. I (on a normal day) can be driven to the point of my head feeling like its going to explode just by someone throwing my schedule off by 5 minutes.
For instance my biggest pet peeve is when people make me wait. I can’t tell you how many times I have had the same conversation in my head while looking at someone straight in the eyes who has made plans with me and has shown up 30 minutes late and said… “Sorry, excuse, excuse, excuse. Blah, Blah, Blah, have you been waiting long?” My way of handling this is to just move past it “No, not a problem”, because lets face it unless this person has a cellophane belly button, chances are they wont be able to see this behavior as a flaw in their character. What I say in my head somewhat resembles the thought process of Jan Brady in the Brady Bunch movie “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, Why is it always about Marcia.”
My personal thought process goes a lot like this…”Have I been waiting long? Yes I have been waiting exactly 30 minutes, which was right about the time you texted me letting me know you were just leaving. I thought highly enough of you to hire a babysitter, get my sons homework done, get myself ready, get my son fed, stop at the cash station and arrive at our determined destination on time….and you? Let me answer that, you think of no one but yourself, evidently you think that your time is so much more valuable than mine is, after all why shouldn’t it be? Must be one of the perks of being you. Mean while you being selfish, self centered and inconsiderate just cost me $ 10 in babysitters fees so Thank you for not holding me in the same regard that I hold you…but by all means get on your cell phone so I can sit here and listen to you have a conversation with someone other than me and don’t forget at the end of the night to tell me that you didn’t get a chance to get to the cash station because you were running late.” (I just read what I wrote and I so sound like a Dunkin Donuts radio commercial).
I haven’t been out in quite a while just because taking care of my son and work has been kicking my ass. (Although work is something else I can’t see to get worked up about, thanks to Chantix). I watch my co-workers get all spun out of control about their quota and I have just come to the conclusion that I don’t care anymore. I haven’t developed a bad attitude inside the work building; as a matter of fact I try to keep things light and cheerful. Although I have become stubborn, I won’t budge.
For instance, my least favorite customer just purchased a new car and called me for a quote to add it to his current policy. (Keep in mind that this customer has called me on every vacation I have ever gone on since I signed him and at least 5 times at 11:00 at night expecting me to be able to talk about quotes that I sent him….Yeah ok asshole believe it or not I don’t take my work computer to bed with me.) He asked me if there was anything I could do to bring the rate down…my thought “Sure, let me waive my magic wand and make you a better driver and improve your credit score.” What I should have done is explained that the rate is based on credit score and driving history and this is the rate that he is eligible for. What I did say was “No, Apollo, I hear from you more than I do my own mother. I have counseled you at 11:00 at night and spoken to you while I have been vacation, you do not respect boundaries that I too have a life. I would not drop your rate if I could because you already have made sure I work for every dime of commission I made off of selling the policy to you.” When we hung up the phone I should have felt bad or something but all I kept hoping was that he would call and cancel his policy and for the love of Carbs…lose my number!
Maybe that’s the Chantix turning on the Will Power in my brain or perhaps I have just reached a breaking point as to what I will and will not tolerate in my life. While I am sure a lot of people in my life are not going to respond well to my new way of doing things. I feel better about it, and you know what? I matter to me.
Friday, February 8, 2008
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Well, here's one person in your life who will respond well to your new way of doing things. And not be 30 minutes late anymore, as I know I have been guilty of that more times than I care to remember. :(
OMG, and I forgot to say that you HAVE TO explain the cellophane belly button reference! That one made me giggle all over again!
How in the world did your customer get your number while you were on vacation?
Isn't being able to say "no" a wonderful thing?
a. No is an amazing word! All of my customers have my cell phone number, the majority of them do not abuse it. I will be changing it though when I leave this company.
Almost... I will post the Cellophane Belly Button story, as I talked to you earlier today....I am primed for a Jack slam.
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