This is for those of you whom we love but because of our personality "quirks" we seldom stay in touch with, and even for those of you whom might rather we didn't stay in quite so frequent touch. -S&M
So today, my boss took the day-to-day contact with one of my favorite clients away from me. It's because, I was told, I am not firm enough with him. He likes to be put in his place and told when something he wants can't be done. But I am the type of person who will do whatever it takes to make my clients happy no matter how frustrating or hard it is for me. That, I thought, was my job.
Turns out I have been disillusioned for the past year and a half. My job is really to be a psychic and know how people like to be handled without being told. My job is to be an extrovert who loves people and is good in social situations, someone who always says and does the right things. My job is to wow everyone all the time. I can do none of those things.
After work, I made it down Eastwood to College before I started to cry. It seems that my top strengths, from the famed Strengths Finder test that my boss loves so much, all came crashing down on me on the drive - Relator, Achievor, Responsibility - resulting in having to face the fact that I failed months ago, but I just wasn't smart enough to see it.
These are the things I've learned from this:
- The mascara Mark put in my stocking at Christmas is not waterproof
- Being a nice person gets you nowhere in life and garners you no respect
- As I suspected all along, I am not cool enough to do my job
After almost a year and a half of talking to one of my clients almost every day, I finally know what he looks like. We had to be sneaky. But since he refused to be in a picture, and I had made Deb and Shawn promise not to come back without a photo of said client, sneaky is the way it had to go down. And I don't feel bad. Not even a little.
As many of you know Pippin likes to be in things. I woke up yesterday morning and I found him curled up asleep in the bathroom sink.
Quote 1
Kirsty (talking about a certain web programmer): "He needs to be ridden really, really hard."
Quote 2
Shawn: "Whose purse is this?"
Susan: "Lindsay's." (pause) "Why? Are you starting a collection?"
If you require context, please email me. Otherwise I hope you enjoyed those as much as I did.
I received the official letter this week that I'm OK. The nodule on my thyroid is benign and all is well with my world. this comes two weeks after the phone call syaing the same thing, but seeing it in writing makes me feel much better. Let's hope the follow-up in August goes well.
As you may have noticed, the blog has been incredibly quiet, okay non-existent, for almost a year. Many of you have asked for updates and I have unfortunately been very slack about posting anything, though I have actually had many things to say.
So I am backdating posts from the past year. If you are interested and have the time, check out the archives and you can get caught up in our lives. I'll try to do better in the future.
Sincerely,
The Slacker
