Among the compliments I receive for helping people out, “rockstar” tends to be the one that appears the most often. Up until recently, I’d been insecure about myself fully. It’s not that I do anything inappropriate off the clock. It’s just that I’d thought rockstars and professionals were two different worlds. They’re not. I was just trying to maintain a perfect professional image. Now?
I dress up a bit for the part and call it good.
There are other industries, like trucking, that are better suited for a rockstar image in the traditional sense of tattoos and piercings, however I’ve been seeing this image becoming much more acceptable in some areas. You’ll still see the difference between an executive or manager compared, but it still shows me at least that it’s alright to fully embrace that I enjoy listening to rock music and think some rock stars are really cool along with being able to work professionally around others.
The rock stars I admire the most are the ones that have put in the most work.
You can tell because they have a certain pride in their work. They’re good at what they do, they know it, yet they don’t go on about being so cool. They just are cool. It’s a sort of confidence yet humility that goes far. The confidence is the willingness to stand up for what’s right, and the humility is the ability to remain respectful.
I’ve been working on my final big project of this contract.
It’s not really a glamorous project, no project management experience required and is really more of grunt work, but that’s fine. It’s easy work. It takes time. It just requires a screwdriver, talking with customers, and doing the work.
Thursday, I brought the cart back to my desk to go to lunch. The screwdriver I’d borrowed went somewhere else. Looked all over the place. Asked everyone in the building. Anxious. No screwdriver anywhere.
Yesterday, borrowed another screwdriver. Left the cart in the same spot. Went up to do some work and part of the screwdriver was gone. Searched all over the place, asked everyone, looked like a complete fool. Further anxiety. No screwdriver bit anywhere.
“Here it is. I was playing a prank on you.”
“You affected two customers with that.”
I stormed off to lunch. Ate my food, decompressed as much as I could, played 2048, nearly dozed off, and headed back when it was time.
I started to hear the excuse-filled apology.
“I do not accept your apology, but I will remain cordial.”
The weight of two days of anxiety over losing tools, wondering just what was going on and what forces were conspiring against me, lifted.
This is not a lesson that would ever be taught in schools, let alone encouraged, however along the way there are people that will cross the line in your life. They will use and abuse you. It’s OK to be frank with them.
Not everyone likes every rock band out there.