Between
May 1999 and
October 1999, the
mantra that helped me
maintain my
sanity under the pressure of
doing the work of 3 people.
Spoken aloud as a
salesperson closed my office door behind her.
Looped in
my brain as a salesperson
eyed up a week's
backlog of
work and proceeded to
verbally
issue complex instructions,
as if I might
remember them
by the time I was actually
able to start her
project. My former
assistant (and
replacement in
October) carries on the "
Get the fuck out my office"
tradition to this day. Now, at a
new job, I find that
Get The Fuck Out Of My Office is
universal; the fellow with whom I
share an office here
mutters the same as an
asshole leaves the room, with no knowledge of my own
Get The Fuck Out Of My Office experiences.
Midday Serenity Meditation Exercise:
Find
a quiet place: an empty
office, your
locker, your
car, the
alley behind the
office building.
Find a comfortable position and close your eyes. Picture someone who has
annoyed you entering your
cubicle or
office,
hovering around your
desk,
workbench, or
work area,
distracting you from the
urgent thing you are trying to get done and giving you
an additional something urgent to do. Now
speak aloud the words
"Get the fuck out of my office", and imagine him/her
fading away, perhaps to hire you an
assistant or (I know it's
a stretch) doing their own
urgent assignment.
Practice this
in combination with deep breathing.