Getting Back
I know it has been a couple of days since I last posted anything. I am sorry. I feel guilty about each day I miss. Life is just getting the better of me. The Queen is not feeling well. Our Princess is busy with Spring term. Tall Man does everything he can to fill is life with projects, school related or not, mostly not, but his heart is good. Tenor Man and Horn man have been practicing for their concerts, which were on Tuesday and Wednesday. Hence, we have been busy around here.
I know that I sound like an old vinyl record that has just enough of a scratch to keep the needle on the same track, but it bothers me. We fill our lives with so much sometimes that we tend to forget what is most important.
I was listening to some fellow co-workers the other day who were complaining about how their particular job group was short handed, they didn't like working the particular function, and that no one in management was listening to their complaints. They went on to complain about how management was almost forcing them to work extra hours.
So, one of their fellow co-workers, who likes the function and loves the opportunity for extra hours decided to pick up during a time they were particularly short handed. There was only one person working the function. She arranged a traded in another function and then asked management where they wanted her to work. They sent her over to help out her lone co-worker. When she sat down to work, he got mad because he knew that as soon as she started working he would get overflow from other functions. He did not want that. When he was working alone, he knew they would not route overflow to him because he needed to be available for the particular function.
Tuesday night, I worked at the temple. It was slow. I have not seen it that slow for a very long time. I also learned that there were several workers that were out, sick, due to family emergencies, or work obligations. Yet, we were not so busy as to keep us all running all night long. It was sad to sit and see all these brothers and sisters sitting round, anxious to serve, but not having anyone to serve. At one point, I asked if I could do some ordinances, but my coordinator was hopeful that other patrons would show up.
Why do I share these two stories? They both happened on Tuesday. There were commonalities on Tuesday. It made me question priorities. I wonder about my own. Are we setting the right priorities? Think about it.
Our temple president challenged us all to pick up and extra shift each month. I started wondering, could we go to the temple an extra time each month? Could we serve one extra person a month? Would it do us any good?
I know that I sound like an old vinyl record that has just enough of a scratch to keep the needle on the same track, but it bothers me. We fill our lives with so much sometimes that we tend to forget what is most important.
I was listening to some fellow co-workers the other day who were complaining about how their particular job group was short handed, they didn't like working the particular function, and that no one in management was listening to their complaints. They went on to complain about how management was almost forcing them to work extra hours.
So, one of their fellow co-workers, who likes the function and loves the opportunity for extra hours decided to pick up during a time they were particularly short handed. There was only one person working the function. She arranged a traded in another function and then asked management where they wanted her to work. They sent her over to help out her lone co-worker. When she sat down to work, he got mad because he knew that as soon as she started working he would get overflow from other functions. He did not want that. When he was working alone, he knew they would not route overflow to him because he needed to be available for the particular function.
Tuesday night, I worked at the temple. It was slow. I have not seen it that slow for a very long time. I also learned that there were several workers that were out, sick, due to family emergencies, or work obligations. Yet, we were not so busy as to keep us all running all night long. It was sad to sit and see all these brothers and sisters sitting round, anxious to serve, but not having anyone to serve. At one point, I asked if I could do some ordinances, but my coordinator was hopeful that other patrons would show up.
Why do I share these two stories? They both happened on Tuesday. There were commonalities on Tuesday. It made me question priorities. I wonder about my own. Are we setting the right priorities? Think about it.
Our temple president challenged us all to pick up and extra shift each month. I started wondering, could we go to the temple an extra time each month? Could we serve one extra person a month? Would it do us any good?
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