As much as I complain about the lack of study hours, responsibility, and pay, I must admit It felt good to go into "work" today. I got a call on my cell from an unrecognized number last evening. I answered it, and it was the legal assistant from the place I "work." I was thinking to myself "[w]hat the flip do these people want?" I didn't think they were calling me into work. I assumed they were calling me in to pick up my last check. They asked me to come in and I did.
Yesterday, I nearly went in to Macy's to apply for a clerical position. The only thing impeding me was the fact my grandparents were awaiting a repairmen to come in for the clothes dryer. They asked me to stay and so I thought I could hold it off until tommorrow. Fate had other plans.
Today, I went in, took a pen and wrote the word "Gratitude" on my palm. I looked at it constantly throughout the day as I filed and entered data. It is easy to become encapsulated by our own situations and, in my case, the misery that surrounds it. But, I don't want to be a slave to my negative thoughts.
I focused on my work. I tried to use some positive affirmations to become the part as well. I kept thinking to myself, "I am the greatest file clerk the world has ever known," "I am constantly coming up with brilliant solutions," "Hard work is always easy for me," "I love to enter data, file, fax, copy, and answer phones," etc. . . . Of course I don't beleive any of it, but If I can play the part, eventually I will act the part.
The busier you stay, the faster the time will go. I did that and made it through the day.
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