Be Professional

Someone wants to give a preach about being professional. She is certainly barking up the wrong tree. Let's face it, they've got their work cut out for them and so have I. The last thing I need from some i-think-i-am-now-a-big-deal person is some snite sarcasm about professionalism apparently loud enough for me to hear. I think I am plenty professional way above this interesting fella from the way I converse for a start. Listen to her for one day and you would wonder what does professional mean in her world? Certainly not what everyone understands it to be.

You work long hours because you can't manage your time. That is NOT professionalism. Singing your lungs out in the office. That is NOT professionalism...please ...our ears. Not replying emails after a long long long delay...hell no to professionalism. Slamming doors in a meeting room full of people just because you don't like a certain discussion. That is NOT professionalism. Laughing and joking and distracting everyone when people are trying to listen to someone at the end of the other line...need I say more? And you expect people to be professional to you? 

If you want to see what not being professional is, then I will show it. This person probably shouldn't expect anymore willing cooperation from me and can just go ahead and complain because I frankly do not care anymore.

This sums it up

I, I could be anything

But for the fault that I've acquired on my way

We, We were the end of it

But now we see the sun shining in our face

We see the sun shining in our face

So come on, come on we can be saved

The lives we live, the wars we wage

When everyone just tells us how to feel

We're sleeping at the wheel

And I, I would give anything

But for the grace of God I'm here and still aware

We know the end is overrated

We've became the walls we raise

We don't believe enough but we still cared

Standing on the edge without a prayer

So come on, come on it's all we got

Our hands are full, our lives are not

The loose affiliation with the real

We're sleeping at the wheel

All of the time we've lost

All of the love we gave

And now these hands are tied

I can't help thinking

That I was in a daze, I was losing my place

I was screaming out at everything

Waiting for the walls to come down

Before my moments starts to fade

But everything that's perfect falls away

So come on, come on we can be saved

The lives we live, the wars we wage

When everyone just tells us how to feel

We're sleeping at the wheel

We're sleeping at the wheel

Just sleeping at the wheel

Matchbox Twenty : Sleeping At The Wheel