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I think I've mentioned that I am a rehired annuitant at my former place of employment. I've been researching terminology of what I do there now, as opposed to the science I used to do, and have come up with: organizational professional, archival appraisal, space facilitator... At any rate, today I was in charge of a couple of contract movers, trotting them around and basically making them move stuff from point A to point B.
Now, I've worked at this place for 32 years, and I can count the number of times I lost my temper with a co-worker on one hand. And today, in the midst of all the stress of conducting this moving symphony, I had an Argument Redux with a woman who 1) thinks of things in the world around her only in terms of how it might inconvenience her and 2) has a sense of entitlement that would bridge the gap between Mars and the next galaxy over.
One of my aforementioned temper-times occurred with her about 3 months ago over how frigging far she might have to walk to the new location of the microwave and refrigerator, which I was in charge of relocating.
Today, in the midst of relocating said refrig and 'wave, she confronted me in the hall once more about the nuances of the move. Seeing that I had given her ample time to work out a solution to her particular issue and she had not, I admit my sympathy to her plight was at an all-time low. And seeing that her entire conversation was heavily overlain by that previously-mentioned sense of entitlement, I admit I didn't particularly give a shit whether or not she ever was able to access any of these things. As they say, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
So inevitably we ended up in a very terse conversation in a very public part of the building, where I could hear my voice breaking, sounding like I was about to cry, but in reality it was only that I was about to rip her a new one. Can I just say that when someone asks me a question and then walks away, refusing to listen to my answer, that's pretty infuriating!
So now I'm home and trying to erase my day.
Now, I've worked at this place for 32 years, and I can count the number of times I lost my temper with a co-worker on one hand. And today, in the midst of all the stress of conducting this moving symphony, I had an Argument Redux with a woman who 1) thinks of things in the world around her only in terms of how it might inconvenience her and 2) has a sense of entitlement that would bridge the gap between Mars and the next galaxy over.
One of my aforementioned temper-times occurred with her about 3 months ago over how frigging far she might have to walk to the new location of the microwave and refrigerator, which I was in charge of relocating.
Today, in the midst of relocating said refrig and 'wave, she confronted me in the hall once more about the nuances of the move. Seeing that I had given her ample time to work out a solution to her particular issue and she had not, I admit my sympathy to her plight was at an all-time low. And seeing that her entire conversation was heavily overlain by that previously-mentioned sense of entitlement, I admit I didn't particularly give a shit whether or not she ever was able to access any of these things. As they say, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
So inevitably we ended up in a very terse conversation in a very public part of the building, where I could hear my voice breaking, sounding like I was about to cry, but in reality it was only that I was about to rip her a new one. Can I just say that when someone asks me a question and then walks away, refusing to listen to my answer, that's pretty infuriating!
So now I'm home and trying to erase my day.
