The ghost haunting me thinks that I’m fake at work, because the ghost sees how different I Am when there aren’t any people to perform for while home alone like… whatever, I don’t need to be poetic. That was a dumb simile anyways…[I thought it was funny, though…]
That was a weird, mini-tangent, though, back to the point.
I’m such a pleasant person at work. Always cheerful & helpful. Doing my best to greet the guests as they walk in, not because we’re supposed to, but because some people genuinely do appreciate the surprise at being acknowledged just for walking in; they actually feel welcome. Though, I also look for those who don’t want to be acknowledged. That’s partly what I mean about doing it to genuinely make people feel welcome, since I’ve become familiar enough to recognize the people who just want to come in & out without having to exist…
That turned into another tangent, though, instead of getting back to the point, I’m gonna take another quick tangent.
One of my old coworkers noticed something my ghost notices; he mentioned how my “customer service voice” sounds almost identical to my “Normal voice.” That is true, though, i don’t know if that particular coworker ever did hear my “actual voice.”
I don’t want to spend too much time on that, just try to pull what’s relevant to my actual point.
I’ve done a lot of hard work to make myself genuinely kind, rather than surface level nice.
That’s not the point
That’s so far from the point
…
At work, everybody loves me; though, if they saw how I lived at home, they probably wouldn’t believe they were watching the same person.
People assume that you put on an act on the outside, then revert to your self at home. Not really for me…
I…
I’m not putting on an act at work; that’s how I genuinely Am. I’m a try-hard who enjoys trying hard, so long as it makes someone’s day better. I’m not trying to get you to like me; that’s just Whö I Am when I feel like Me.
…
So, here’s the real point; the realization I’ve had before, though have only decided to put it down now.
The difference between how I act at work vs at home results not in a change of personality, rather perspective.
What I mean is that, at work, even when it’s Hell, it’s what work is supposed to look like. There’s nothing I’d change at work that I can’t do with a little bit of elbow grease. The frustration there is fun, even if it doesn’t feel like it in the moment. There’s so much inspiration to write that comes from working there. Everything is as it is supposed to be when at work.
Then I come home…
To an empty apartment.
Well, I guess my 2 cats are there, but…
My Wife & Daughter aren’t…
I can Pretend they’re waiting for me at Home when I’m at Work, yet, when I finally unlock my door,
Whatever…
I r..
Whatever
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