This is going to be my first post on ‘Finding Joy’, thus the “I”. Bearing in mind that “life happens”, writing my ‘Finding Joy’ posts in parts would work best. It would take me forever to publish if I were to write one long post. “Shorts” is a darned good idea. Thanks to Dr Martina Feyzrakhmanova for the suggestion, which basically affirmed the idea/thought I already had but didn’t share or implement yet. Great minds think alike. 🙂
It’s easy to go with the [negative] flow and be dragged by our emotions. However, all we need at times is to keep breathing and refuse the drama thrown at us by others.
The big boss had been out of town for a couple of days or so and in his absence we were awarded an urgent catering work. The government department confirmed our appointment via a text message, sans purchase order or award letter, at close of business on Thursday. The event was on Friday. At least, the first serving–coffee/tea with scones, muffins, croissants and fruits–would only be to thirty people. The first full serving to more than two hundred people would be at nine thirty.
The catch is we are not a caterer. We are an events management and hiring company. We also do not have a regular caterer with whom we work. From two options we had when I left the office at six o’clock, which caused me to be late for my therapy*, we were fortunate to have a caterer brave enough to take on the job. The other one was honest to say there wasn’t sufficient time to prepare. (We would still consider them in future for a properly planned catering work.) We also have a good team who don’t mind working (loading) at night and starting again early the next morning.
*My hour therapy was reduced to thirty minutes. It wasn’t ideal but it was better than missing it altogether, which was what happened the week before, also due to work. I found some joy in my thirty minutes I had with my therapist instead of sulking about the thirty I lost (and must still pay for).
There were stresses, pressures and challenges (from about six o’clock in the morning) but one of my current intentions is to find the ‘fun’ in what I do despite the challenges.
One of the small issue encountered that I could resolve was the shortage of hot flasks and milk jugs. There were at least four serving stations and the bulk provision from the caterer was “stuck” in the minister’s holding room. Thus, I ran (drove in a hurry) to the cash and carry and bought some water jugs (for milk) and the much needed flasks. Then, I had to drop them off on site, the site being the offices of the client. Apart from the security checks and accreditation requirements, we found out late that there was a certain dress code expected or allowed.
My colleague, acting as the Project Manager, had to go and buy a new dress.
I wasn’t really going to stay for long so I thought I could get away with my outfit. Not! I should have bought a light scarf–our spring is proving to be quite summery, temperature-wise–to cover my bare shoulders, but I didn’t so I had to find an alternative. The only thing I had in the car was my daughter’s Hello Kitty pink fleecy blanket. You guessed right: the blanket became a shawl.
I did find it funny and I could forget the stress even for a bit.
I do hope that you find something to laugh about in the midst of a stressful day, even if not every day.