All or Nothing

Last week I argued with a nurse about washing dishes and I realized two things. First, I was preparing for an all or nothing outcome. Either I was going to salt the earth behind her or I was prepped to have the same done to me. At my current job, I take care of three kitchens at a retirement home. The nurses help out but the lion's share of the work goes to me. I take pride in doing my best. The nurse, and others, claimed that some dishes were greasy or had food on them. Their solution? Add sud soap to the sink and soak the dishes. Sud soap can damage a sanitizing machine. I always soak the dishes in water which is strong enough to eat the grease and during the wash, two non sud soaps are added to the wash of 180 degree water. If they are still getting bad dishes, it's likely because the worker before me stuffs as many dishes as she can into the machine. I spread my dishes out to prevent this. On her part, my coworker is rushed more than me so I cant expect her to get it all. She has breakfast and lunch with an hour apart while I take care of dinner. So as I threw down insults with a nurse who was being rude about my work, I was ready to take this to the highest court. In a strange way,  I was ready to defend my honor. 

The second thing I realized was I was taking offense to her criticizing the dishes, not me. I wonder how hard it is for people nor like me to separate criticism from insult. I threw back attacks at what I thought was an attack on my person. What I should have done is tried to come up with a solution and I have. If the dish is greedy or dirty, don't use it. I can't control how well the machine washes even with increased inspection but three are plenty of dishes for the residents. Put it in the sink and I'll take care of it during washing time.

I wonder if any writing reviews I get will affect me in the same way. There are critics who live for controversy and dousing other people's enthusiasm but those people are already in a Hell of their own making. I feel pity as I urinate on their ashes.

I suppose what I'm saying is I need to work on myself when it comes to criticism.

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