Monday, 9 November 2015

Bleeding patience

It is a long game this one.

The one where you brush yourself down after another knock.
The one where you 'smile while you dial' and aim to get through to the correct person on the phone, bypassing voicemails, unhelpful PAs, obstructive admin people and clueless individuals in general.
The one where you finally pin someone down for a fruitful conversation only for them to have to "hop on another call, sorry".
The one where you have a great face-to-face meeting, agree next steps, follow up, and... nothing. Vanished into thin air despite capitalising on every possible known tactic to hand to engage the particular individual in taking the opportunity further.
The one where you put on your happy face and open the front door and step outside again.
The one where you just DO. NOT. GIVE. UP.
The one where you also go, "Good grief WILL SOMEONE GIVE ME A FECKIN' BREAK?!"

And then you have a conversation - or several - with the person for whom the glass is always half empty.
Or totally empty.
Or actually there is no glass at all, come to mention it.

This person has nothing to do with anything work-related.
Thank heavens for that. One less obstacle to consider.

But you wonder why do you bother putting time and effort into quelling and continuing the latter interaction when you could put the same energy to more productive ends.

I know why.
Because I can see the finish line.
And I am, fundamentally, a nice person.

In the meantime, however, the merry-go-round continues.

Yes, this is cryptic. Grant me some respite.
At least my glass is always half full.





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