Getting Organized, Calling In Sick, Dogs Eating Car Keys and Rude People

I woke up this morning not wanting to go to work.  There are days when I get up and can’t wait to get to work.  I have wonderful clients and the majority of my days are very pleasant and I head home feeling good about my work.  I have three clients today and I’m not feeling it.  I want to stay in bed and not talk to anyone.  I’m not into dealing with any crap today and by crap of course I mean rude people.

Then there are the rare days when I spend my time trying to figure out how to not go to work.  At what age does pulling the “I’m sick” card become so transparent that they know you are lying? Can a dog eat your car keys?  I’m not one that needs to be told I’m doing a good job.  I know I’m good at what I do and while it’s fantastic when a client takes the time to tell me, it is not a deal breaker if they don’t offer it up freely.  There are days however where I work my ass off without even getting a smile, let alone any acknowledgement of my hard work.  Those days are hard.

I am a professional organizer.  I have my own company that helps people get organized.  I do everything from clearing out a garage to helping hoarders clear their chaos.  I also have clients where I simply pay their bills and do their shopping. Organizing can mean a lot of things, so ultimately what I do is allow people to live their best life by taking away some of the clutter that comes with living life.  I love what I do and am brilliant at it.

The thing is, some people are just rude.  I can handle people being aggressive, having an opinion about how they want things done, and not shy about telling me.  I do not however, respond well to rude.  I have one client who takes rude to a new level.  The tone of voice is condescending and there is so much eye rolling that I worry an eye will pop out at any moment and land in my lap, which of course would be blamed on me.

When I work with rude people, at some point during the day I zone out and start to daydream about winning the lottery, then quitting in a hugely dramatic way that will guarantee some eye popping.  I often wonder if I were a very wealthy person, and had people working for me, would I be a condescending bitch who spoke to people with the attitude that I was better than them?  Is it money that makes people mean?

Money does not give a person permission to speak to someone in a disrespectful way, and at the end of the day, it really does not have anything to with money.  Rich people are not rude because they have money.  Rude people are rude regardless of how much money they have and they need to understand that their money does not make them special.  If someone works for you it does not mean you are better than them, only that you need them.

When I deal with a difficult person who insists on being rude, I wonder if they are aware of what their legacy is.  Do they know people are not fond of them?  Do they not worry what people say about them behind their backs?  Is being rude, obnoxious and unnecessarily mean to someone worth it?  Is that what they want people to say about them?  Is it possible that they have no clue how they look to others?  Should they not work a little harder to be nice?

I’m going to work now.  I’m going to put a smile on my face and do the job that I have been hired to do.  I will take the crap with a grain of slat and count the minutes until I get to come home.  When dealing with a rude person it teaches me to think carefully about my own legacy.  I am much more aware of who I am and what I want people to think about me.  I am a better person because of the rude people I meet.

I will continue to raise my child with the knowledge that having money is a blessing, but does not make you a better person.  We are not wealthy but when and if he is ever a person of privilege, he will work hard to maintain his core beliefs so people will always refer to him as a good person before mentioning he is a rich one.  I am counting my blessings, preparing for some rudeness, counting down to the end of the day, and keeping the faith.