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stream of consciousness
4/28/2005 4:47 am Last Read: |
You know, I just frigging HATE it when I don't (or can't) seem to leave work issues at work. Had a major blow up yesterday. Had to go to the other building and stopped by W's desk. As we were chatting, she passed along a comment made by a member of the I team. Then, I see an open e-mail on her computer screen that has my name mentioned. Rudely, I grab her mouse and start scrolling to read the total e-mail. Another series of remarks about me, trivializing the work I do. And who is sending this e-mail around? Members of the I team! Talk about pissing me off! (Yes, I know. If I had minded my own business and not been nosy, I never would have known. That's a WHOLE different topic!) I had to get out of the building before I started saying things that would let everyone know I was pissed off. As I stalked out the door, W called my name several times, but I just ignored it. As I stormed back across the parking lot, muttering every single derogatory thought that came to mind about the I team, I only got angrier and angrier. My first inclination was to get in my car and just go home. OK. BIG deep breath. I am a professional. I will act professionally. I will go into E's office, close the door, place this information in front of him and ask for some sane, calming influence. Thank God E was there! He actually helped me get calm enough and focused enough to realize that I do have some options to have this ongoing problem addressed. I have an appointment to speak with the president of the company tomorrow morning. Now, to organize my thoughts, develop an approach to the issue that will help to resolve it once and for all, and ask for the assistance of the president in achieving that goal. Unfortunately, my brain kept working on those thoughts and arguments until 2:30 this morning. I think I'll be VERY glad to see my bed tonight.... Have to apologize to W today for walking off on her. I know she's aware that it's not her. I also know a couple of her coworkers thought it was and gave her a hard time about it before she left. I set those parties straight last night before I left, but now I feel bad for putting her in what had to be a very uncomfortable position. *sigh* |
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