“In America the young are always ready to give to those who are older than themselves the full benefits of their inexperience.”
I am watching my peers retire. Last Friday, I attended another retirement party for a staff member I have known for many years. I loved working with her. She understood me. Our shared history enabled us to communicate easily and with few words. What bliss.
On Monday, I met with her replacement to complete a simple task. Twenty minutes into the convoluted conversation I decided to do the task all by myself, while assuring the new person that all was well. All was well? Sheesh. All was not well!
I believe this is my tipping point year. The year in which the majority of people in my sphere are so much younger than me that I could be their mother. Their energy and ideas are wonderful. Their questions and need for mentoring are exhausting.
I love to be a mentor but with so many baby boomers retiring, mentoring is taking up more and more of my time. The questions never cease.
- “Where can I find…?”
- “Who do I talk to about …?”
- “How do I …?”
- “What if …?”
- “What would you do …?”
Each day I answer the phone, emails and people who walk into my office. I am constantly explaining the job in words, demonstrations and even pictures. At night I go home in stunned silence because I have talked and typed at a rat-a-tat rate that is mind numbing.
So now it is time to be careful. Careful with my words, actions and deeds or I will become one of those crotchety mature employees who thinks everyone deserves a piece of their mind.
Why do I need to be careful? Well, I slipped last week and fired off an email that I typically would not have sent. I believe phone or face to face conversations are best when you are upset. But I typed and sent the email (ccing many people) anyway.
In my defense, I made sure there were no bold, italicized or underlined words in the message. But as soon as I hit the send button I knew there would be repercussions. Repercussions mean more time, more words, more explaining. Just what I am trying to avoid.
With experience comes responsibility. I love responsibility but I need to figure out how to do my job while maintaining my sanity. Seems I need to take better care of myself and stop enabling the masses. And if that doesn’t work? I could always dye my hair red and star in my very own sitcom.
“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!” ~ Ricky Ricardo