Until-Further-Notice-Peter said to me, slightly before my birthday (though not in relation to it), "Put in order, from what motivates you the most to what motivates you the least, these four things." (I think he constructed his sentence better, but I'm having trouble with syntax presently, it would appear.) The four things were Power, Relationships, Money, and Recognition. This is how I ordered them:
It is not really pertinent for me to tell you how UFN-Peter ordered them, although I might mention his order was pretty much entirely different from mine. How would you list them?
I've been thinking about this question and this order a lot over the last two months, for various reasons. One of the reasons is, naturally, because I've been feeling like the undercurrents of my life are shifting, while the details of my life aren't actually being allowed to change very drastically.
If relationships and recognition are my prime motivators, for example, it might explain why I was so distraught that tall-one-pump-vanilla-latte woman disdained my making of her drink. It might also explain why I feel so loyal toward my colleagues or why I care whether or not I remember that Customer-Angie's name is Angie and not (as I kept thinking it was for about a year) Debbie. The relationship thing also probably explains why I've been primarily happy working a job that some people would consider beneath them.
But the recognition piece hinders that, too. One time this customer, whom I actually like quite a lot, asked us how old her son had to be to work with us. "Eighteen," I told her. He was a year too young, which was disappointing to her because, as she said, "Next year he'll have to get a real job." I gently and teasingly called her out on this, and she was so apologetic that when she came in a month later she was still apologising . . . but the fact remains that very few people consider anything at Starbucks below management to be a "real" job. This kind of interaction is fairly common--even among my friends.
Heather was musing today about what happens if God called her to "ordinariness," and I guess I've been mulling over the same things. I see people I know doing great things. And I think I have the same capabilities as some of them. I don't really believe I'm meant to stay a Starbucks shift supervisor for my entire life, although I do expect I'll be there for a bit longer. But what if I was meant to? With all my motivators clamouring for my attention and desiring greatness, how would I know? And would I be able to do it?