I’m aware of the challenges I face in trying to prove myself and what I’m capable of. And, like with any office, there are a variety of personalities that at one time or another prove to be lethal to anyone’s attitude towards being at work. More often than not, those who treat you with contempt see you as a threat because you have a fresh perspective and want to implement your ideas. We affectionately call them Haters. But, as far as I’m concerned, my boss would be the determining factor as that’s the person I aim to impress.
Confidence in my work life has always been much more abundant than in my “normal” everyday existence. I know I'm good at what I do, but I may question the decisions I make as a mother, wife or even a friend. I will readily admit anything dealing with accounting causes vertigo and I’m pretty sure I blackout halfway through its explanation, but once I get it. . . I get it. And, on the oh-so-rare occasion I make a mistake I do something remarkable, I admit it. Truly a novel concept, I know.
I did as such recently and I was quickly reminded just how some will go out of their way to demonstrate the vast nature of their arrogance. First, I should offer that I’m not so naïve to believe there is ever an office without at least one jackass who doesn’t care about you or perhaps life in general. What they do remind you is that no matter how charming you are, or what a fantastic sense of humor you have, they just don’t give a shit about what you think.
I’d like to say it didn’t bother me getting a call from a grizzled client who was annoyed by my mistake, but apparently it did since I’m writing about it. I think what I’m trying to process is why someone, who has plenty of minions at their disposal, would take the time to call me, only to ask if I plan on getting better at my job. And, before you say, “No he didn’t!”
Oh yes, he most certainly did.
Now, I really only have two rules at work . . . and pretty much life in general:
 You don’t get to yell at me, ever
 You don’t get to call me stupid or any other disparaging name
Aside from that, I’ll afford you the benefit of the doubt and assume your shitty disposition has nothing to do with me. And since he did neither, essentially, I was left wondering what the hell? To say I didn’t charm him in the slightest may sound completely unbelievable (to those who know me), but apart from him ever so generously allowing for my corrected mathematical error to be approved “just this once,” I’m not confident I did any charming of the man, whatsoever.
That in itself is almost more disconcerting.
But, I have decided to look at it from the point of view that I accomplished my overall goal in getting the result needed. I do know with certainty that I will make another mistake at some point (maybe) and will have to deal with the same person again. I also know that I won't be changing my approach because as far as I’m concerned, it works. So, I’ll put on my tattered, worn old hat, amongst many others that I seem to wear and get back to work.