Report Card Time

It’s that time of year where I sit down with my supervisor and I am told how I am doing at my job. It is time for the yearly EVALUATION! I really hate these things. For a time period, I begin to worry about what is on that paper. When in reality, I have had only one bad evaluation. And that was done by a supervisor who, to this day, still does not understand what it is I do (nor does she care to know what it is I do).

I usually score high on my evaluation. Last year, there was one area that I did not score so high: attitude. It was explained to me that I did not do well in this area for two reasons. The first was my attitude toward my job. The second was my attitude around others.

Over the last year, I have reflected (okay…obsessed) on this one aspect of my evaluation. Let’s take a look at the two pieces. The first one being my attitude toward my job. I will admitted in 2010 I did not have the best attitude toward my job. I was very burned out and over whelmed. I had been doing the same thing for seven years. I felt stagnant in what I was doing. I felt there was no growth professionally. Two years prior to that I began to state I was feeling the beginning of burn out. I spoke to my supervisor that I needed a change. The change did not come and as a result I got burned out. Now, I know I have control of my attitude and therefore worked this year to change that aspect. I think I have done much better this past year. We will see.

Now, on to my attitude toward others. Here is where I spent my time thinking. The day of my evaluation, I was given general statements (not specific examples). I was told that some directors in the division did not know how to take me, I was not real friendly, and I had not developed relationships with other people in the division. Over the year I have reflected on this and here is what I have come up with.

I do not prescribe to what is known as “southern hospitality” which means I am nice to your face but as soon as your back is turned my true feelings about you comes out. We have way too much of that in our division. Wow, just sitting here typing a list of names is flying through my head who I consider to be fake about their opinion of others. You see, in the south I have learned you can talk about people as badly as you like as long as you end it with, “bless their hearts.” By ending with that one line you are allowed to stay in good christian status.That is SO christian!

People know how I feel about them up front. I do not hide it. Nor am I nice and act as your best friend while we are in the same room and then verbally slam you once you are out of the range of hearing my voice. However, I will work with just about anyone. Just because I do not care for you as a person does not mean we can not work together on a project. It’s just the way that I am.

I was told I had not built relationships with others within the division. And this is true. However, I do not believe the relationships I need to build in order to be successful in my job lie primarily within the division I work. I have forged very strong and positive relationship with others outside of the division. These relationships are with others who help to make my department successful and I help to strengthen their areas. Overtime, I built bridges with other departments and both have benefited. The bonus to this is I truly enjoy working with these individuals. They are fun to work with and I know in other setting they are supportive of my areas and I am supportive of theirs. It is true, I have not built relationships with the typical individuals that people do in my division. But I have built relationships with others at work; a bridge now spans where hostility or only tolerance once existed.

It’s report card time at work. We will see what my grade is soon enough.

You Can’t Pick Your Family, Or Can You?

They say you can not pick your family; that you are simply born into the one that you have. But what really is family? Is family only determined by blood? If that is a case, most married couples are not really family they are bound by law as a unite. Only the children born of that union are family. Is family determined by those who are close to you and are there in the good and the bad times? Is family those who know you most, the sides of you that you wish others to see AND the sides you wish to keep hidden? Is family those who support you when you feel you can go no further and those who push you when you have not reached your greatest potential?

I believe family is more of the latter part of that. I think blood is simply that. It is blood. Nothing is certain. And for many people, we learn that those who share our DNA are not the ones who are there for us the most. They are not the ones we share holidays or call first with great news. For some of us, our families come in the form of friends. At least that is the way it all starts. A simple meeting and hello. Over time a deeper relationship builds and memories occur. Then you learn these people are the ones you call when something goes wrong or incredibly right in your life. They are the ones who come at 3:00 am when your cars are on fire (that is a whole other story). They are the ones you travel with and share the holidays.

That is my definition of family. And in that essence Mikey and I have an amazing family. Over the time we have lived in Pensacola, we have been given a family that would challenge any others and still be standing at the end of the day. We are fortunate to have the friends in our lives who we consider to be family. Over this week I plan to introduce you to some of our family so you get to know them and what they mean to me (I can not speak for Mikey, he can leave comments to fill you in.)

This Sunday, we attended Sanders birthday party. He turned four years old. We are fortunate to have Sander; his mother, Natalie; father, Kevin; and younger brother, Aidan in our lives. And this Sunday it really hit me just how special they are. Kevin and Natalie have ALWAYS been comfortable having us around their sons and we have come to love both of the boys immensely. All four are an important aspect of our lives.

I hate when a large amount of time passes and we do not see them. However, when we do gather, it is as if we just spent talked the day before. We laugh and we play. Mikey and I are treated by Kevin and Natalie as if we are people. This is just how it is or is it?

So over time, I have become very comfortable and never think twice. In their eyes I am who I am and Mikey is who he is. They NEVER make us feel we are outcast or different. So I forget that not all see us the same way. I had an experience at the birthday party. A migraine headache hit me on the way to the party. But there was no question, I was not going to miss it. The party was at a location where they have large inflatables for children and adults to play in. Over time I began to not feel so great. I went over and sat down and watched the children, Mikey and Kevin run around from inflatable to inflatable.

After a bit of time a little girl (dressed in pink) walked over and began to talk to me. She climbed up in a chair near me and started to talk. In about a minute, her mother came over and sat between us. The little girl got out of her chair and walked over. She was jumping up and down and talking. She was very cute. But I got the feeling her mother was not real happy. Her body language said a great deal. In a short period of time her mother got up and redirected the little girl to another area of the room. As she stood watching her daughter, she continued to glance back my way in a glaring way. It took me a moment to understand. I believe (yes it is me taking in the stimulus and interpreting it) she was not comfortable having me near her daughter.

You see, I am never treated that way by Kevin and Natalie. They allow us to be part of their children’s lives. It is an everyday occurance. We spend holidays together and times throughout the year. We go to the birthday parties; we hold the boys and play games with them. The Kerns are part of our lives and they never treat us like we are outcast. We are treated as equals. So much so, that I forget not all feel the same way. So when I encounter “the mother” it throws me off and brings me to an aspect of the real world my family helps me to forget.

One thing the Kerns will never know, they give me a gift that can not be expressed in words. And for that I am very grateful to them.

Can you pick your family? I say you can. They come in the form of friends and sometimes they act more like family than those who share our DNA.