So it started as a great day.. Sun shining, quiet (all be it full) train ride. Arrived at the office and steamed on through my work and had all business complete by 1103am!! I felt very pleased with myself.
Then, I entered a 'conversation' i should have walked away from immediately as knowing the other converser was rife with not acknowledging error or fault.
As i work in a fairly heterosexual male dominated industry (all be it work place), I like to think to think I am past all that and give everyone enough space to express themselves to me, regardless of the point of view. i don't bare them any ill will, as I understand self-confidence is necessary.. female or male....
BUT FUCK ME!!
When someone issues instructions on email, yes, they put them in print and, by their later correspondence, is identified as being incorrect, they still refuse to concede error. And not only engage in arguing the point but actually blame myself to third parties for following said instruction!
This was bought to said persons attention and after a lively exchange i realised you can not rationalise with an irrational being. This decided, I turned and left the office for my station.
But it followed me didn't it.......
Not willing to let it go, or simply realising I was getting quite agitated, resided to stand over me as i was sitting at my desk. i advised to please exit my personal space as you are evoking undesired feelings i wish not to experience in the work place. after being told not to speak like that, i stood up and exited my office for the space of the large internal one...
Freedom...
and it follows me...
I turn and advise this person to get away from me, twice in a sincere and expressive tone. I walk back to my desk feeling this is enough to give me the space and peace I required (and not so long ago had), compose myself as best as i can, and resume my seat once more...
back it comes....
My voice now quite raised, advise to get out of my face, you are making me angry...
No..No I am not going anywhere.
I decide to escape into a an office on the other side of the company for some solace before my temper gets the better of me.
Which leads me to my point, what ever happened to the guy who use to not take shit from anyone? Where did he go? I am sure i still see him every morning..
But perhaps it is a only a shadow i see cast so long from the past..
Surely i have not been that domesticated and became so PC that i can no longer tell someone to fuck off?!
have I convinced myself that money, job, these false securities are real and important?! More so then my own respect and, yep, sanity?
Or are they real and important...
Hmm. As this vent has temporarily elevated the pressure i will close to ponder my future at said company..
Perhaps a new job is just what i need
Then, I entered a 'conversation' i should have walked away from immediately as knowing the other converser was rife with not acknowledging error or fault.
As i work in a fairly heterosexual male dominated industry (all be it work place), I like to think to think I am past all that and give everyone enough space to express themselves to me, regardless of the point of view. i don't bare them any ill will, as I understand self-confidence is necessary.. female or male....
BUT FUCK ME!!
When someone issues instructions on email, yes, they put them in print and, by their later correspondence, is identified as being incorrect, they still refuse to concede error. And not only engage in arguing the point but actually blame myself to third parties for following said instruction!
This was bought to said persons attention and after a lively exchange i realised you can not rationalise with an irrational being. This decided, I turned and left the office for my station.
But it followed me didn't it.......
Not willing to let it go, or simply realising I was getting quite agitated, resided to stand over me as i was sitting at my desk. i advised to please exit my personal space as you are evoking undesired feelings i wish not to experience in the work place. after being told not to speak like that, i stood up and exited my office for the space of the large internal one...
Freedom...
and it follows me...
I turn and advise this person to get away from me, twice in a sincere and expressive tone. I walk back to my desk feeling this is enough to give me the space and peace I required (and not so long ago had), compose myself as best as i can, and resume my seat once more...
back it comes....
My voice now quite raised, advise to get out of my face, you are making me angry...
No..No I am not going anywhere.
I decide to escape into a an office on the other side of the company for some solace before my temper gets the better of me.
Which leads me to my point, what ever happened to the guy who use to not take shit from anyone? Where did he go? I am sure i still see him every morning..
But perhaps it is a only a shadow i see cast so long from the past..
Surely i have not been that domesticated and became so PC that i can no longer tell someone to fuck off?!
have I convinced myself that money, job, these false securities are real and important?! More so then my own respect and, yep, sanity?
Or are they real and important...
Hmm. As this vent has temporarily elevated the pressure i will close to ponder my future at said company..
Perhaps a new job is just what i need
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Nice post though