Ughhh… what a week. I think my professors have conspired to make the next couple weeks until Thanksgiving as hectic as possible. This week alone I have 2 group presentations, a paper, a journal entry and 2 blogs (and 1 mirror response)…. and that doesn’t include reading for all three classes. Sigh. I am falling drastically behind. Ironically, in my Group Counseling class, we’ve been running mock support groups on “Stress Management” and one of the recurring themes for me in those sessions has been my lack of sleep. I have been trying to do better about getting more than my average 5-6 hours a night so that I don’t feel so unhealthy so often. But tonight, it’s midnight and I still have a LOT to do! I think my support group is causing MORE stress in that it simply raises my awareness of how much stress I’m under this semester. In that case, ignorance was bliss.
Anyway, this has been “one of those weeks” at work where nothing goes right. And I am, for sure, part of the problem. Worse, it is a conflict resolution type of problem, which is my “specialty”, so to speak, and I am still not having much success with it. The basic gist of it is that my co-worker calls out sick quite frequently, and I am always the one expected to cover for her. At this point, after so many sick calls from her, we are somewhat skeptical about the nature of her “sickness”…it seems to be that she only gets sick on weekends…hmmm… Because I am crazily busy this semester, I can’t usually cover for her…which isn’t really my responsibility anyway, but I had offered to pick up shifts if I can. That’s enough background for now. The long and short of it is that I feel like she thinks I’m not pulling my weight, and that I get special treatment, and I feel like she is NOT SICK every other Saturday ( I mean, please…) and that she is misunderstanding my position at the store (which is slightly different than the other managers’ positions).
Now, I am somehow engaged in a silent battle against this person. By silent, I mean that although there is a very large elephant in the room, I have reverted to my childhood tendency to not say a word when I am angry. And if you know me at all, you’ll recognize what a feat this is. For whatever reason, I’ve always become very quiet when I’m upset. I feel like a 5 year old though, because I am well-versed in all of the correct ways to handle conflict assertively, but really, I just want to throw a hissy fit with her. And since I can’t, I’ve hardly said 3 words to her in as many shifts. Sigh…It’s much easier to be a conflict expert when it’s someone else’s conflict!
At least it has been interesting to observe my own behavior in this conflict. I am aware that I am defensive, nervous, feeling attacked and frustrated. I am aware that I think I have done what I am supposed to do and all that I could do, and have acknowledged when I could have done more. I’ve caught myself going up the ladder of inference, and have made myself come back down. At least I’m learning something.
I was really looking forward to having a productive dialogue Friday at our weekly managers’ meeting, and resolving this conflict, but the meeting got postponed. That’s definitely part of our culture- to delay important conversations. And even though I am acknowledging that I am giving my co-worker the silent treatment currently, I did NOT want to postpone that meeting! I was ready to have some dialogue and discuss the issues, but no one else wanted to set aside time for the meeting. I think that’s when I became nervous and defensive- when I lost that controlled space to discuss things rationally. Now I don’t know when it will come up or if it will, which definitely triples the stress level…
This post is long and rambling, I realize, but my last thought is related to our cultural analysis paper… I’m aware that this person is fairly new to our store, and she clashes in many ways with our culture. In this conflict we’re having, I’ve recognized that part of it stems from her reacting to our culture and not liking a lot of what she sees. It’s definitely true that when someone “different” comes into a culture, you can see elements (artifacts, espoused values) a lot more clearly.