Thursday, September 4, 2008

What We Leave Behind

Something that's been niggling at my brain as of late. What ever happened to pride in what you do? My grandfather was a civilian graphic artist for the Air Force, back in the day of draftsman tables and before computer programs. The drawings he did for them were of prospective buildings, made from the builders' blueprints. They always looked like photographs. Pop-Pop always told me; "If it's worth doing, be sure to put your name on it!" Needless to say; more than being an excellent artist,
he was first a die-hard perfectionist.

I guess that's where I get it from, but my affliction is compounded with a severe case of procrastinationizm(is that even a word?!) Couple all of that with a lack of confidence, and a "healthy" dose of OCD and boy! What a fine MESS you have. That doesn't prevent me from trying my best; what ever work or task I might attempt.

I'm really taken aback by the fact that a lot people I encounter in my day-to-day life just don't give a crap. Not about the job; the work; the person(s) they are waiting on or talking to; the car they are supposed to repair; the patient they are administering to; the class they are instructing; the guy behind/in front of them; the food they are resposible for preparing; and so forth. It just makes me pause, and really pisses me off!

What happened to doing things properly because it mattered that people felt they could count on you to do so? When did the bottom line become the only way to gauge whether or not you would even venture into any effort? Customer service used to mean something. It wasn't just a job description, it was a philosophy. Craftsman-ship was not an extinct ideal; it was an art.

I feel that if people quit half-arsing things, and started caring about their own legacy, the world would be a better place to be. How do you want to be remembered? I know I've got a long way to go, but I'm gonna try to do better from here on out.

I'm also going to be more empathetic and patient; but that's another post!


SaoirseDaily2 said...

Thank you for the good wishes on the new job. It was an uplifting feeling of freedom when I left the building for the last time today.

Have a fantastic weekend.

Doug and Amanda said...

Ah, so it's genetic! I feel that way a lot of the time too. I can't stand for things not to be perfect. Like when we moved out of our apartment, we cleaned it like mad. Not just because we wanted our deposit back, but because we wanted it to look nice for the next people. You know, the Golden Rule and whatnot.

kkryno said...

I know where you got THAT from. When we moved from Valdez, I spent twelve hours scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming, dusting, mopping, and shampooing. K. thought I was crazy, and so did the movers. The couple that bought our house were expecting with about a month until her due-date. I wanted her to be able to bring stuff in and feel comfortable about just putting it away without having to clean too.
It was January in Alaska; hard enough to move your s--t as it is!
What a STUPID time to move. ;)