Last week, I let them take my power at work.
[Four out of five days, anyway.]
Every morning as I drove in, I reminded myself...
"Don't let 'em take your power!"[Best laid plans, eh?]
I let the small stuff get to me and hung my frustration out on the line.I was as petulant as a child at two different meetings last week , rolling my eyes, sighing heavily, generally accentuating how burdened I was by inefficiency, ineffectiveness and... whatever else.
[Oh, the grown up.]
As it turns out, the whole "don't let 'em take your power" thing works about as well for forty one year olds as it does for four year olds.
[Maybe 20% of the time.]
At the week's end, I felt defeated.
I let it all get to me. I let them take my power.
I vowed that this week I would bring my inner Zen Master to the office with me.
Today, I kept my cool.
Bow to the Sensei.