Friday, February 8, 2013
The Plight of the Worker Bees
Being a worker bee is exhausting but I am a worker bee because on most days I truly enjoy it. For me there is something therapeutic about creating to-do lists then checking the items off as they are completed. Whether it be an Embassy wide event, a family vacation or a dinner party at my home, seeing my plans and hard work come to fruition brings me a sense of satisfaction. It isn't always easy, many circumstances are often out of my control and on quite a few days it feels as though I am trying to herd cats. (Two legged, opinionated cats, but they react like cats none the less). But I do it because I like it.
So remember, you might not see us bees but next time you step up to the podium and look out at a sea of adoring fans, take a moment to wonder who wrote your speech, staged your podium, and positioned your glass of perfectly chilled water. Consider who issued the invitations to your party and oversaw the production and distribution of just the right amount of food. When your paycheck automatically appears in your bank account think about how the money magically got there. At home, consider who refilled your drawer with clean socks and how the food got to the table at the appointed dinner time. The car pool that transported a teamful of kids to practice and back? That car didn't drive itself. The bathroom fairies don't replace the toilet paper roll nor do they make sure there is soap in the shower or toothpaste in the cabinet. The freshly cut hair and clean clothes for school pictures that even Grandma approves of? No, your seven year old did not take this upon himself to make it happen. A worker beed did.
And now I'm buzzing off to make my next event look like "it just magically happened!"