Calmness is graceful
When you decide to get a lot of important, life changing I’d say, things to do like in two next weeks, all kinds of troubles will get you.
Leaking toilet, some art class you signed up to some time ago begins (very good one though), Greek crisis and you panic about what it is gonna be because you happen to be in Europe, and on top the thing that you were aware of but thought that it would be the only time consuming obstacle: visit to local council to get your permit to stay and work renewed.
When I get all of this sorted out I’ll be too tired and demotivated to get the important stuff done. Permit to stay is very important though, I guess I need to review my priorities.
Now I’m back from holidays, I can handle some troubles, but as always, very soon it will be just a completely exhausted version of me and I’ll be back to drinking, smoking and crying too much for the next year.
Summer is always so terribly charged.
Now to the point.
I will try, no, I will stress less at my job. I live on a roller coaster, I am an emotional bomb.
That’s simply shameful.
Once, I will remember this forever I think, when I volunteered on Paris Cinéma festival in 2012, there was a guy, Amaury, very calm but very efficient.
That was so graceful.
I came at 8 am, no one there, only him.
I don’t have the badge I don’t know what to do and (it’s 2012, it’s been only 9 months since I arrived in France) I didn’t speak French too well.
Let’s say I needed doubled concentration to understand and I was constantly afraid to hear something like: tu peux répéter? j’ai pas compris.
It’s not once it’s ten times they will ask to explain or repeat. Never could get why, I would’ve given up on the second try.
He calmly brought me to show the cinema, made me a coffee, made a call to know how to print the badge for me, coordinated another group of volunteers. All very calmly, and easily. That’s it, easily. Without one “merde”, all in a flow. In 15 minutes without a single doubt, a single “I don’t know” or “It’s not my job”, he fixed volunteers coordination.
Then others arrived. Panicking, solving troubles, stressing out. And calling Amaury. He would just take it from there and fix it in seconds.
I can fix stuff, I can be efficient, but I will be nervous, swearing at least in every sentence, blaming everyone for the mess they made and complaining, oh yes, so much complaining. It looks terrible and I think it’s bad for health.
Forgot his last name, like an idiot.
Never properly talked to him, what an idiot again.
Basically, I think this is called professionalism.