Next Step…
Jul07
So what comes after panic? Planning & action.
One of the lessons I have been steadily learning in life is… when something unexpectedly bad happens, you have two options: You can cry, complain and moan or you can find way to fix it by DO-ing something about it. I’m learning to do the latter.
After the initial panic over deadlines, Spill jumps into finding out where she can get more paint… and sends Randie for reinforcement coffee. Wise woman.
I usually like to get a good dose of crying, complaining, and moaning out of the way before working on any planning, fixing, and accepting.
Yah… I’m with you. But I think I wallow too much. If I can step up the process, I do better. The accepting part is where I usually trip up.
Is Randie becoming a do-er?? Yay!!! And Spill, too, of course.
I think Spill is more of a do-er than Randie… but these things rub off on people. I am a testament to this… having been living with a do-er. Wink.
When in crisis, deal, then break down afterwards if necessary. Occasionally take five to go get a drink and calm down. That’s been my method of handling high stress situations. Once things settle down you can freak all you like! Plus by then you’re a lot less likely to do or say things you really shouldn’t.
I like your process. I wish I could deal immediately with things like that. I usually get the order mixed up, though. Freakout first… go through the wackadoo emotional rollercoaster … then settle down and then act. I’m working on it.
20 years of working in pressure cookers, like fast food restaurants, hammers that process out remarkably fast. I survived three separate ‘One Dollar Whopper’ days in Burger King. When people are ordering 200 whoppers at a time (no joke) you do not have TIME to freak. It’s weird, you just don’t even think to do it!
DANG! Trev! … Judy worked at Col. Chicken way back in the day. She even got robbed. 200 Whoppers in one go???? Man!
I called my old boss and asked him to dig out the receipt with the record. 574 whoppers, and a diet coke. At one PM. If I recall the line was literally out the door at the time. NOT a fun day. Fortunately I had a guy helping on the second board, one dropping meat in the broiler, and another guy toasting buns, so I can’t take all the credit.
Hard core burger-ing. You lived to tell the tale. A day that shall live in infamy.