OK, mouseketeers, I’m cranky and trying to shake it off.
I am all for eccentricity, personal quirks, individual phobias and neuroses. I’m accommodating of these things in both myself and people I interact with up to the point where such are not good for me.
When they’re my own, I work to change myself – sometimes unsuccessfully. But I try. And I don’t expect others to put up with my nonsense.
When it’s other people, I develop power and control issues which surprise me.
It’s all the rage in business seminars to adminster mini Meyer Briggs personality tests. I don’t believe I’ve ever taken the full Meyer Briggs, but I’ve taken multiple short form tests.
I’m a combination that doesn’t exist in nature. Test administrators always try to tell me that I’ve done something wrong – fudged my answers. In one test, where personalities are color coded, I’m equally green and blue – which translates as analytical/emotional. In another test where participants are labeled as creatures, I’m a chameleon meaning I’m still analytical/emotional, but I possess the tendency to always see both sides of a situation. (Those who know me well will tell you this is my greatest strength and my greatest weakness – it explains my inability to make a decision. It also explains why some of my co-workers thing I’m two-faced.)
In tests designed to reveal which side of your brain is dominant, I always come out as using both sides equally. I’m told, yada yada, that only 10% of the population thinks like this.
All of this conspires to make me a nontraditional worker. Things that motivate most folks, don’t work for me at all. Things that irritate most folks don’t bother me. The flip side is that I get my panties knotted and shredded over stuff that most folks regard as downright ridiculous.
There’s nothing worse than getting all enraged knowing that 90% of the world cannot even begin to understand why. And so, I suppress the anger as much as possible and just try to get on with things.
At this moment, I’d like to go all Dexter.
I’m trying to shake it off.
Years ago, my father told me that his overriding management technique was to treat people as if they were going to do the best job possible with the best possible outcome. I suppose this is the management version of The Secret. He went on to say that if you treat people like they’re incompetent, they will be. If you treat them as if they’re dishonest, they will be. If you treat them as if they don’t have a strong work ethic, they won’t. If you deny them the right to self-direction, they’ll foment rebellion.
I adopted Daddy’s modus operandi years ago. It has served me well
I’ve found these things to be true. I believe that most people want to do a good job. I believe that most people want to love their work. I believe that most people want to behave ethically and with good principles. I believe that most people know how to best complete a task based on their own personality type. – the corollary to that is that I believe that the people who actually do the task know best how to do it. And if they don’t, it’s a result of bad management in the past.
But by the elastic in Great Aunt Gertrude’s girdle, I get wound up, infuriated, and my hair bursts into flame when I’m treated as if I don’t know what I’m doing when nothing in my work history supports such a conclusion. This becomes apocalyptical if the treatment is such that it is witnessed by co-workers or consumers. Apparently, one of my peccadilloes is the right to be right. (I’m working on it. Really, I have no idea why it bugs me so much to be “corrected” when it’s my opinion that nothing is in need of correction. I’m quick to admit when I don’t know. And I’m quick to ask for help when I don’t know. I was always that kid in class that asked questions. I don’t have that “fear of looking stupid” gene. And in terms of customer service, I practically coined the “I don’t know, but I’ll find out” response.)
The only other thing that rips off my safety-sealed-for-your-protection lid is being treated as if I’m dishonest.
We all have power and control issues, but in keeping with my unusual brain, mine are eccentric. If I’ve been given authority for something, I don’t like having my decisions questioned with a view to changing them. As such, I have an on/off switch. Rather than protest my innocence, explain my rationale, or ask why I’m being interrogated when there is no problem, I’m apt to wash my hands of the whole mess. You don’t like what I did or how I’m going about it? Fine. Do it yourself.
This is not an adult response. I’ve been working on it for years. I’ve got to figure out an appropriately assertive, but nonthreatening way to get across the idea that just because I’m not doing something the way you would do it doesn’t mean I’m doing it wrong.
So? What makes you go all purple prose postal?
14 thoughts on “My hair’s on fire.”
Not sure what else to say other than that I’m definitely your son, being that I could have thought that I wrote all that. Every bit of that has ran through my head before…
Even the girdle elastic part?
It’s no surprise to me that we think alike. (I love you, punkin.)
Since I realized that almost everything in this world is silly little bullshit, there is very little that lights my fuse.
I’ve learned that there is almost nothing I can do about almost anything so I don’t bother trying. Wow, what a relief that is.
I’ve also learned that what I think matters very little in this world and whether or not I’m right in my opinion has the same consequences, so I don’t bother trying to prove myself correct or express my opinion with any adamancy (is that a word?).
Life is so much simpler now.
The kids are fine the wife is still good looking and I still get a check every month. We have a good man in the presidency.
Fuck everything else.
Hope you are well otherwise. I’ve missed your posts.
It sounds like you’re farther down the road to real maturity than I am. I still get my panties tangled over the damnedest things.
Generally, I’m a cup half full kind of person but it’s been a real challenging couple of years. The endless onslaught of little shit is taking its toll.
It’s good to be missed. I’m hoping I’ve achieved some balance in my scheduling and can get back to this on a regular basis. I miss me.
Someone in my sphere of influence recently asked the question: “How happy do you WANT to be?” Visualize it and go there.
i get mad about people with a sense of entitlement (every single person at my last workplace). i get mad when leaders don’t support the advancement of their subordinates. (ego vs. big picture)
beyond that, i’m mostly just mad that i STILL don’t know what i want to do with my life. sigh.
I still don’t know either. DO NOT follow in my footsteps.
I get mad at people who think they’re better than others. Somebody jumps a line in front of me, I tell them about it. They move away from the angry woman. The rest of the line thanks me.
I also get steamy pants over people who just want to cause trouble. Shit-stirrers. Those I walk away from because they’re going to stir shit whether I participate in it or not.
BTW, you have an award and a meme over at my place 🙂
Hopefully memes don’t set your hair on fire.
Thank you, BB! See my post.
Now then. (ahem) About lunch?
I get mad when people pooh-pooh me based on my amusement-based paranoia, poor hearing, or whatnot, and then I turn out to be right.
I can handle being pooh-poohed. Long time ago a good friend’s mother said to me, “Oh. That’s right. You only incompetent.” I rather liked that description – that Connie! She only looks ditzy.
I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was good. I don’t know who you are but certainly you’re going to a famous blogger if you are not already 😉 Cheers!
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