I’m not sure why, but I randomly spaced out this morning and
started thinking about my childhood. Growing up in a divorced family meant two
homes, and with that, two sets of rules. This wasn’t a bad thing as it taught
us how to deal with different people in very close situations. Perfect for the
work environment in the real world. I may post my arguments here on this blog
which make me sound rather, well, unilateral in my decision making, but trust
me when I say I can handle and welcome debates from opposite points of view. One
thing I miss about working at Crapmart was having such political with a
coworker during our lunch hour. Okay, so I really don’t miss those that much as
the guy was a complete asshole, but still, it was fun to watch other people
think we’d be about to rip each other’s throats out and end the conversation
with a handshake.
Growing up with different people meant learning to live with
differing capabilities. Perhaps that is also why I have so much patience when
it comes to training new people at work. Having brothers, sisters, half-brothers,
half-sisters and stepbrothers, meant learning different family dynamics and
different rules for various circumstances. Honestly, it could be a bit mind
boggling at times, but as a grownup, I’m able to go with the flow in any number
of environments. Now, if it only would have helped me have a bit more
confidence in myself.
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