The beautiful tapestry we call elevator music.

"I need you now....more than words can say, I need you now, gotta to find a way.....I need you now, before I lose my mind, I need you now.... "

That is the song playing over the speakers at the dealership. Our manager has a "no country music" policy. This would sound logical except that we live in MONTANA.

So, we get to travel the channels of XM each day to break up the week. Today is apparently love songs. There is a difference in songs about love and 1970's love songs, which will in fact drive me to suicide, not so much into the arms of love.

Next on the docket is Maroon 5, then Jewel, both of which I can get behind, then some 70's crap, earlier they played King Tut, by Steve Martin.
Really, do these music channels have an agenda? Do they want to drive the everyday worker to start working efficiently, work a little faster, dream of the hundreds of ways to kill themselves, then put the worker to sleep? What the hell kind of work day is that? Oh and lest we not forget, the finale, Cherry Pie, really, Warrant?
Time to go home.

Break down.

So it seems like I am having a weekly breakdown. Frankly, I probably am, soon maybe I will start writing about cooking or a funny childhood story but today is not that day, today is a breakdown day.
So, I decide to have a half humorous, half serious talk with my boss today. I was talking with him about how through my self deprication and need to please everyone in the office, how I end up doing 2 or 3 sets of work, so each and everyone I work with is comfortable and never feel put out or offended, instead of just saying, this is how it should go, get over it.
He proceeds to tell me that I can't be the mom of  the dealership, not everyone is going to love me and doing three sets of work is asinine. He was right. However, when you are a mother, that cares even a bit, when do you stop being a mother? Even to those you work with. My position at works does slightly take on a motherly role making sure those around are doing as they need to be, oh wait, is that motherly role or manager role? Obviously I have a hard time separating the two.
I guess I should be flattered that those around me think I am smart and capable enough to handle extra work or new projects, but also I don't really want a hand in everything.
My boss is the logical argument and I am the emotional argument. So what do I do to prove my point? Start to cry. I know embarrassing. I am and have always been a crier. Don't know how to stop, wish I could.
I even have a good friend that calls me the town crier. Ridiculous I know.
So tomorrow is a new day, no mothering. No emotions, requiring everyone around me to carry their own wait. Mom time is over.