I'm not gonna lie, I don't really want to talk about this. It's one of those Pandora's-box kind of topics wherein, once it's open, you can't gather up the contents and put it back in the box without leaving remnants of its existence.
But it keeps harping at me. It keeps scratching at my heart's door. It keeps showing up. Why?
Cuz I have this job, I have bills, I have responsibilities. Unless I hit the lotto or until my life takes a sharp turn, for the time being in this season of my life, I have to keep showing up at my workplace, every single day, five days a week, eight hours a day.
I have a potty mouth.
And even though I don't use my potty-mouth as much as I used to a year or two ago, it's there. And I'm working on cleaning it up.
I know nobody's perfect. We're ALL flawed humans and that's not going to change. We're going to make mistakes and that's okay. This post is not meant to judge, although it might be interpreted that way.
Some people reading might struggle with other human conditions of weakness that I don't struggle with. See? We all have issues. Let's not forget that.
But here's my problem..... ugh! This is not easy for me to say. Cuz I work with the some of BEST people around. They are like my family. I spend more time with them than I do with my own husband and children.
I am lucky to have such great co-workers. Seriously. Over the years, I have grown quite close to a few of them. The thing is, they all have potty-mouths.
Not in front of customers though. Just when there's downtime and they start chatting or making jokes. That's not even the real problem.
Whether in the workplace or in some other public arena, we overhear conversations all the time. Some pleasant, some offensive. No big deal. That's life.
There real problem for me is two co-workers in particular, one man, one woman. Whenever the boss(es) leaves the office they take their potty-mouth to a whole new level. It's not chatty or jokey. It's raucous and hateful. Their swearing and cussing is so overly-gratuitous, it almost feels like I'm listening to a performance.
Unfortunately, my office is closest to their chatter. Today it was so bad, I had to close my door and turn up my (easy-listening) music. I have no intention of saying anything, cuz that never ends well.
But I can't help but wonder, what am I supposed to be drawing from this situation? Patience? Tolerance? Reminders to about my own potty-mouth? Oiy! I just don't know.
Have you ever felt like someone was daring you to say something to them? What would you do?
P.S. I struggled to come up with a title. So I gave up ;-)