Now, I know that mommy just cringed when she read that title. So first – Mommy, I apologize. Publicly. But – I am a poop magnet just didn’t seem to be much of an attention getter. But this is important – so I feel that it’s important to catch some attention. Over the past two weeks, I have done a lot of soul searching. And for anyone who has ever done that – it is absolutely brutal. I’d like to say that it’s a beautiful and awakening experience, but fact of the matter – it blows. And here is what I discovered. I am a crap magnet. And why? Because I have been a negative, disobedient, and self serving Christian. And not a very good Christian at that.
We all know – that for some time – I have talked about how I knew my calling was to write. And I needed to write to get a message out. Well guess what kiddos!? Now forgive me for sounding like the old, southern, Christian Grandma – but when you know what you are supposed to do – the devil is gonna try to stop you. And that he did. And here is what is so shocking to me. Well, first – I let him, to an extent. Second, how he did it. But since they are rolled into one – here is the story.
And before I say anything- let me state that this is my issue. Not the company that I work for, nor the people I work with. But I do have a difficult job, to an extent. As I am sure that we all do. I deal with people in a really bad moment of their lives – wrecked cars. Ninety-five percent of the people I deal with, have had something bad happen to either their first of second largest investment. And my job is to make sure their cars gets fixed correctly, in a timely fashion, or total them. Frankly – all of them are hard for folks – just as it would be for me. But, here’s the kicker – I need them to LOVE me. Not like me – LOVE me. And for the most part they do. Which is great, right? I am a hard worker. I love my customers. I love the people I work with. So what’s the problem?
The problem is that it became an obsession for me. I wanted to be the best. I wanted the approval of all my customers. I wanted to be the best adjuster. Not because it was the right thing, because I wanted to be the best. And then here is the kicker. I let everything else go to the wayside. I stopped writing my book. Why? Because I was bitter. I was angry. I was sick of people being mad over a car – but acting like I cared. I have that feeling often, of this – “You think that a wrecked car is bad? I don’t care that it has 11 miles on it. I found my husband dead in a bathroom floor. This car isn’t a problem. It’s a hiccup.” But, in the sugary sweet voice, I tried my best to care – deep down. But guess what – I didn’t.
Don’t get me wrong – I do want to make the process easy for people. But then I want to make my bosses proud. I want to get great numbers. And I obsessed about it all. I didn’t go to work, and put in a good day’s work, doing the right thing, and then go home. I worked 60 hours a week. I worked at work. At home. Driving to and from work. I talked about it all the time. And it made me bitter. So, I became a crap magnet.
I read this weekend, that you when you complain – you become a crap magnet. I complained. About my stress. My customers. My bosses. Their expectations. The whole nine – so guess what? I got a lot of complaints back. Because misery loves company. And when you start complaining to folks – they do it back. So not only am I carrying my junk around – I am carrying theirs too. So – as of yesterday – that’s all done. No more complaining. I am planning on my exit to pursue what I love and know I need to do. I am gonna blog more. Focus on my book. Get it done – It’s 80% done anyway. I am gonna be happy – change my attitude – and no longer be crap magnet.