I’ve been thinking about habit and adaptability this week. It started with dessert forks in the sink. And when I say dessert forks, I mean the forks with the short tines that first my mother, and now I, use for birthday cake and Thanksgiving pie. Other than those two events, I can’t say they get much use around here. But we had some cake at our house this week. I was at a birthday party and I brought a piece home to each of my guys. MOH had his piece in the evening while he was watching TV and my son had his piece when he got home late from work. When I woke up in the morning, I was amused to find two dessert forks in the sink. They hadn’t been served, there had been no event at our house, but clearly, the residents in this house believe that you eat cake with a short tined fork.
A new employee joined my team at work last week. She was one of the first to arrive for a standing weekly meeting in the conference room. “Is there somewhere specific I should sit? I don’t want to take anyone’s seat.” She had only been at our company for three days, but she knew that even without assigned seating, people tend to sit in the same seat every week. This actually carries over into our parking lot as well. One morning I parked near the dumpster as I had a large something to throw away. Our controller at the time said to me, “You parked near the dumpster.” I was confused. “Yes, I did.” She asked if I was planning on parking there tomorrow. Still confused I said, “No, why.” She said, “Just trying to figure out if I’m going to have to start coming in earlier or find a new parking space.”
Also this week, I learned in a conversation with my niece, that they are ‘hoteling’ at her office, also known as ‘hot desking.’ This was a new-to-me concept. There are no assigned seats or work areas on her entire floor, you grab your laptop and an empty seat and start working. Having worked in an office for 30 years, I’m fascinated by the thought of this. No offices, no family pictures or personal items on your desk, and no coming in to a stack of paperwork and filing every morning. As an HR Manager I love the idea of not having to take complaints from employees that think the person working next to them talks too loud, eats too loud, or smells funny. I’m excited and ready to try it. I’m feeling adaptable.
But isn’t that the way? Whether you’re breaking a habit, embracing a new idea, or ‘adjusting to new conditions,’ if it’s something you want to do, it seems easier. In fact, it IS easier. MOH, my son, and I had a spirited discussion on adaptability. I think I’m pretty adaptable, giving myself a 9 on a scale of 1 to 10. I think I go with the flow, I get used to things, I make do when things don’t work out as they should. The guys declared me a 6, but when I told them I think I’m a 9, they conceded that maybe I’m a 7.
The dictionary.com definition doesn’t say anything about wanting to adjust, or liking it. (I just have to say I found the reference to rats interesting and according to the Chinese Zodiac, 2020 is the Year of the Rat. So there’s that.) The definition simply says ‘able to adjust’ and so I stand by the 9 ranking I gave myself. Well, I say that now, on the weekend BEFORE I lose an hour of sleep due to daylight savings time. Check with in with me again next Sunday, and see how adaptable I’m feeling.