Warning: This post is a little bit gross, but that’s just life in the big city.
Did you see Slumdog Millionaire? I saw about 1/2 of it – until I couldn’t take the violence and left. But I did see the part where little Jamal jumps into the crapper to meet his hero. That’s serious dedication. And, it brings up the age old dilemma that I like to call:
Is it worth it?
I live in a house with composting toilets (called a Clivus). They are no where near as disgusting as Jamal’s facilities – in fact, they’re incredibly clean, and I now abhor using water toilets. But, at the end of the day, when you look down the hole, it ain’t pretty.
Last week, I was washing out one of the bowl inserts that we have for our kids’ potties – I dumped the ‘stuff’ into the Clivus, washed the bowl out in the sink and went to toss it back on the potty seat. Unfortunately, my mind was busy writing blog posts or something, and without thinking, I tossed the little white plastic bowl down the Clivus.
Yes, it was one of those slow-motion moments…where my ‘Noooooooo’ came out sounding like a Borg or some such thing.
And, I had to decide. Is it worth it? Am I going in to get it? Or am I willing to let it go?
Of course the scenario made me think of my work.
How often does this question come up in business?
- When you see a freelance job posted…
- When someone blogs or tweets about an issue that enrages you…
- When a client doesn’t understand the brilliance of what you’ve written…
- When you lose a whole day because your internet goes down…
Each of these scenarios offers choices – do you you go after the job or not? speak up or not? defend yourself or not? freak out or find another way to get the work done?
How do you determine whether or not it’s worth it?
For me, the determination usually comes from trying out each option and seeing how I really feel. I trust my gut. Sometimes, I need to step away from the situation or check in with a trusted colleague. And then sometimes…sometimes…the answer is so crystal clear that it needs no thought whatsoever. For instance, there is no way I’m going to get that little white plastic bowl.
Image courtesy of Corey Ann