I read this somewhere, recently. I believe the original quote ends with “Let Success Make the Noise.”
I prefer “Let Success Do the Talking.” Because even then, noise isn’t required. One’s hard work will always show without making too much noise anyway.
This has been something that’s really honed in on my professional front. I have been working very hard for many years but these last few months have really challenged me to excel forward. Through it, I have been surrounded by a lot of noise. A lot.
Noise about how much overtime is being put it.
Noise about not having time to take a vacation.
Noise about not getting paid enough.
I, myself, would shrink back into the shadows during these competitive one-up matches. I didn’t see the point. Why would I have to prove that I’m working harder then any other of my peers? Why would I care how hard they are working?
I realized that I don’t really care. It’s none of my business. What matters to me is what I do and the quality of my work. Lessons are made to be learned through both success and failure along the way, and that’s okay. So long as I improve upon these mistakes, I can take pride in my work.
The noise has lessened since. As my work has started to shine through, I’m not being targeted with these one-up matches.
Perhaps simply because, with me, they can not win.
If I would be allowed to rant for a bit – as I believe I’ve been good at not ranting for awhile here – I would like to dedicate this rant to all those who have had to endure waiting through a drive-thru, behind a car that doesn’t get the whole point of a drive-thru.
Has that ever happened to you? Where all you want is a coffee, maybe a breakfast bagel, knowing it’s worth going through a drive-thru as your order would be speedy and not worth parking the car to go in for your food – only to be stuck behind a SUV who decides to order for an entire office (as this always seems to happen on the way to work when you’re already limited in time and in a rush) of a dozen or so people?
I have seen this way too many times. It all goes back to my pet-peeve of lazy people. I’ve stated it before, it’s normal and even healthy to have lazy moments. But if laziness is one of the first 3 words other people will use to describe you, you had better take a look at yourself and re-evaluate what’s wrong here.
Having said that, I also blame these fast-food type chains. It’s like those express lanes at supermarkets – are they not reserved for people who only have 1-8 items? Come on… why are these lazy-ass-SUV drivers being allowed to put an order, which can only be described as a breakfast buffet, when clearly, the person who is taking the order through the intercom, needs to just ask the driver to pull around to the main entrance, park and some one will arrive with the bags of food (and trays of beverages).
Instead, they actually allow these people to pull-up to the 2nd window and sit there, as they bring out their order through the pick-up window.
And of course it’s going to be slow. For one, the ordering part isn’t what’s necessarily holding up the line. It’s the food preparation. And packaging. And making each and every individual coffee.
It’s this type of order that just doesn’t belong through a drive-thru. And the more and more businesses that allow these lazy-ass-SUV drivers to do this, making a line of cars continuously build behind them, the more and more these types of people will continue to do just that.
Good Lord… there have been times where I’ve pulled out of a long drive-thru, walked in, grabbed my coffee/breakfast, and am driving off while that one car with the big order is still waiting for his/her food.
The news was everywhere this morning. Four firefighters seriously injured from an industrial building fire in the early hours of this morning – one firefighter in critical condition.
Of course, I knew my husband was okay. He was not scheduled to work yesterday.
Yet, this is the type of news that will almost immobilize me. I am both relieved and sad at the same time. And I am anxious and nervous as well.
I understand I should just be thankful that he was not working last night and that he is safe. But it’s difficult, being a firefighter’s wife (or any loved one of some one who works in the emergency sector), to not think, “What if it had been him?”
When a wall or ceiling collapses, trapping firefighters, it’s about one of the worst, yet realistic, situations. Still, it’s one of those scenes I tend to play out in only TV shows and movies. My defense mechanism puts those scenarios in make-belief land as a way to cope with the possible dangers my husband faces when he’s on the job.
A lot of people envision firefighters sitting around, eating ice cream and just waiting for a call. I can ensure you, this is what I imagined as well. Some days, they do have uneventful shifts. There’s work to be done at the station, though – and continuous training to stay on top of things.
Yet, since he’s been on, I have seen a lot more crazy days and more fires than I realized existed. I can only account for this by assuming there are more of these types of calls when the infrastructure of a city starts to age and decay. As economical hardship hits our times, less detail and attention (due to both man power and financial resources) are put to safety and prevention to such infrastructures. These are the times, where we need to NOT close down firetrucks and stations.
Hopefully, this blog gets read by our Mayor Rob Ford along with his Ford-Nation.
Our thoughts and prayers go to those four injured firefighters and their loved ones.