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In Which I Gain a Little Perspective

The other night when we got home, the sky was dark and the moon was illuminated by a big patch of white clouds. Very pretty! The clouds were moving, but at first glance it looked like it was the moon. It didn't matter what we said or how we made her look at it, Brooklyn was stubbornly convinced that the moon was moving.

Tensions at work are very high right now. Between a major software conversion that is exactly a year behind schedule and must, must, must be ready come Jan. 1, and a slowly recovering economy that just didn't recover enough to make a difference to the bottom line, morale is at an all time low.  Management is reorganizing departments, doing what they can to make the most of their resources. Being in HR I am in the uncomfortable position of seeing both sides of the story.  I may not always agree with the decisions being made, but I can understand where they are coming from. And of course, as an employee, I feel the same pinch that everyone else does. 

In the same way that Brooklyn struggled to see the sky in a different way, I see my co-worker's struggling with their limited perspectives. I wonder if my teammates understand that for every Saturday I ask them to come in, I am putting in 5 days to prepare for it.  Would their morale be improved if they could see exactly how much work was being kept off their plates and how they were consistently being sheltered from painfully agonizing meetings with programmers, department heads, and all the other nonsense that has been keeping me up at night for the last 7-8 months?

I couldn't get Brooklyn to believe me about the moon. I guess I'm out of luck with my team too.

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