The topic that must be bashed till it’s dead. The emotional that has the power to kill.
A few hours ago, I had one. I was at a training with others in my field, and one of my employees mentioned that she didn’t get signed up for a class she needed on time. The manager of another department shared that he has all his staff on a spread sheet, knows when their training is due, and duly signs them up.
He has five staff. I have between 25 and 30. He inherited his position from someone who was impeccably organized. I got mine after oh, probably, easily, five years of confusion and neglect on the part of the manager, when there was a manager, which there often wasn’t.
So, easy for him.
So, hard for me. I get a feeling of displeasure because I perceive he has insulted me. I swiftly, seamlessly, automatically switch to my AA way of thinking, that probably no, he was just trying to share something helpful, an answer to a stated problem to which he has a solution. And while it’s not AA, I also always remind myself of the truism that I cannot, cannot, ever ever know another person’s motivation. Sometimes I don’t even know my own.
Boy the resentments keep coming, and I really do try not to let them stay. Perhaps tomorrow I will ask to see his spreadsheet. Probably not.