Sep 25 2009
The Way and Counting the Exit Signs Along It
“We are lazier in our minds than in our bodies.” -La Rochefoucauld
I have been working at the hotel for some time now and I’ve been getting a few compliments along the way. One compliment I got two days ago was kind of ambiguously kind. A group of Jesuits were staying at the hotel for a two day conference and one of them says to me, “Hey, I couldn’t help notice your nice, big smile and I think you are really cut out for this kind of work.” The smile compliment was nice, but the last part of it is confusing. Telling me I’m really cut out for a crappy job that requires no thought or challenge is kind of like complimenting a 30 year old on taking a poop. It was nice to have people telling me that I’m doing a good job when the only conversation my boss had with me has been about ginger ale. Anyway, I got talking with the guy that complimented me and told him what job I’m really looking for, which lead him to get me talking with some other Jesuits that head up a few schools. It was kind of nice.
I find myself again in the role of matchmaker/wingman/listener and I have to say that this time around I am enjoying it. I’m planning on fixing up a few friends of mine. Some might call this meddling, but I call it kind of fun. In the past every time I meddle like this nothing good comes out of it; however, this time around I don’t live extremely close to all of them so that will allow me to be somewhat spared from face-to-face confrontational backlash if all goes wrong. I don’t think it will considering how I think that I’m pretty good at this matchmaking thing. I’m counting on it that this may work out.
Perhaps what he meant is that you are good at helping people, even if it is just bringing in trays of food.