…. apologies for missing yesterday’s “A Bad Mingled Wryness” (an anagram for Rambling Wednesdays), but I was running from airport to airport to get back home to indy…

My Thursday edition of my Wednesday blog is done.  But I just don’t feel like being cute today.  No desire to be sarcastic.  Snarky is even off limits.

I presented twice at the Utah State SHRM conference on Tuesday, about 200 folks in two sessions participated in my Hold’em Seminar.  Since I had a little time before my flight to Denver and then Grand Junction, Colorado where I was yesterday,  I decided to have some lunch, and was fortunate to listen to the lunch speaker, Amanda Dickson.  As a speaker myself, and one that just got accepted to the National Speakers Association, I love to listen to good speakers, not so much based on the topic, but to watch them perform.

Amanda spoke about her first book Wake Up to a Happier Life and it was a fun, engaging speech.

And it hit home for me today.

Human Resources is not universally loved inside an organization, those in the profession know that, those that work in the field are certainly aware, and the rest of the organization often times lets us know their feelings as well.  One of Amanda’s points to her speech was related to whether or not human resource professionals are “good enough to have their job”.  And although she directed many of the comments to the audience she was speaking to, she also referenced the same question in our own doubts about how we take care of our friends, our kids, and for some of us, our parents.

And it hit home for me today.

My dad, after spending five days in the hospital last week, was rushed back to the emergency room this morning.

How do I know if I am good enough to have the job to try to take care of him?  How do I know if I have what it takes to call the hospital again today to make sure they have the DNR order and the “do not intubate”.  How do I know that I will be able to continue handling all that I am trying to juggle, my business, my kids, my lovely bride, and my dad?

As Amanda said on Tuesday, it’s pretty simple.

I know… because I have the job.

More later.