Change is hard. I dislike it. Immensely!
In my job I am often “that†one – She who goes kicking and screaming into any new company policy.
Imagine my dismay when “they†moved the water cooler . . . three months ago. I’ve worked there 10 years and it’s always been right over THERE! I still invariably walk to its old location, turn around in circles with a confused look on my face, and sheepishly walk to the cooler.
Today? I walked straight to the cooler, got my water, and returned to my desk.
Hmmmm. I guess you CAN teach the old dog new tricks.
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This week’s Trifecta challenge is to use the adjective NEW in its third definition:
3: having been in a relationship or condition but a short time
Ha. It’s funny how long it takes to break those old habits, isn’t it?
They moved the water coolers in our place too…so annoying 😉
Hey! I am happy to know that I can still learn new tricks. :-))
A breath of fresh air. Small things can be the hardest to change!
I like you, I love the way you write and I truly like being here. I just read your 100 things about you and I like you EVEN MORE!
I don’t do well with change either, but I also like it. I rage against it and then make myself comfortable with it. I’m odd..
I’m just so glad I got my a** over here. 🙂
(see change is GOOD!!!)
Ruff! Ruff! I know what you mean.
I think this is why my husband gets so aggravated at me when I move the living room furniture. He’s an old curmudgeon, and they dislike change even more than old dogs.
good one! Yes those little changes can seem far too “new”!
Ha ha! Thanks for linking up, Barbara. Too funny. Good job finding the water. 🙂
Oh! I’m ‘that’ one, too. Especially if a new policy affects justice in some way. Of course, on a non-work note, I also know what you mean from a locations-of-things perspective. When we first moved to our new house, we couldn’t leave the trash cans out in the open, because my son, no matter how disgusting the contents, would turn it up over his head and sit there cackling. So the trash can lived in the laundry room, where we could shut the door. Or it lived under the sink, where we could magnet lock the cabinet. When Sam FINALLY got over his trash tipping habit, we moved the can back to the kitchen where we can USE the damned thing. Only half the time, Scott and I both still head to the laundry room to throw something away!!
Ah, good ol’ change!
I so love this! We spend more time at work than we do at home and I am quite sure “they” don’t realize what they do to us with these “little” changes that don’t feel so little!