Recycling All My Good Thoughts

I am not sure how this happens

My mind is focused on having a nice afternoon

A good morning very productive and pleasant

The day going well nothing out of the ordinary or unusual

Off to work where I am looking forward to a relaxing laid back kind of night

Then little by little things begin to unravel

Faster than a ball of yarn tossed in the air

Crashing harder than a paper plane that instantly plummets to the ground

I try observe what is really taking place right before my eyes

I stand in awe and disbelief

The people I work with seem o.k. with being mediocre at best

I have higher standards that aren't met

Instead of coming on strong and insisting that things are done a certain way

I back off and patiently wait to see if anyone catches on

They don't and each hour that passes gets worse instead of better

I realize I am just one person and my job consists of a team effort

So I refocus on myself and how to improve my job

Trying to be less critical and not judgemental

Even though I realize my coworker keeps giving me reasons to prove him unprofessional and incompetent

I think of better days where all my efforts went smooth

The more I try to get organized the more things seem to spiral out of control

I know from past experience to hang in there nothing can last forever

So for the rest of my night I bite my tongue

Concentrate on doing the best I can

Turning my idle energy to creative thoughts that bring happiness to my next moment

As the night slowly closes to an end

I still managed to get my job done to my satisfaction

Working hard cleaning up any mess left behind

I got more exercise than I expected and no one else seemed to care

Making time to write down what just transpired

A new day begins as yesterday is just a passing thought