I maintain a private personal diary-blog in addition to this “public” blog, and today that private blog is now officially 3-years-old. Man, it seems like just yesterday that I started that thing. The interesting part is that although I write privately there probably 5-days-a-week, I have really fallen away from writing in this public one. The reason is that I honestly don’t care if anyone else reads my thoughts and I find that I have little to say that I think is interesting enough to even try to share. Hmmm – how very, very un-social of me.
Speaking of social, I notice that as usual the summer college-student workers that I have reporting to me spend all of their time with their faces buried in their phones whenever there is a moment that they are not obligated to be doing something else. I presume that they are text-chatting with their friends, although occasionally they try to send me a message too. If we had had these smart-phones when I was in high-school and college I rather doubt that it would have made a difference in my life – other than to emphasize how bizarrely different I was from everyone else (as though the jacket-and-tie I wore every day in high-school didn’t already do that). I do suspect though that the way that I use this new-fangled tech is considered extremely rude by the plugged-in generation. If I am busy, or in the bathroom, or will soon see the folks anyway, or just plain not-in-the-mood, I simply ignore the goddamn piece of crap-shit technology. I say, let the fucking thing chirp and jingle because I am doing something else and my time is important. I get the impression though that the “kids” are absolutely horrified at this behavior of mine. To them a ringing phone is the ultimate imperative because – you know – it might be serious (like maybe Steve just asked Judy to go to lunch with him, or something).
Whatever. My philosophy is that my time and attention is not a public resource freely available to any-old yutz who happens to have a phone and my number. My time is mine and I will hand it out when and where and to a purpose and to a person that I choose to give it to and I will not apologize to anyone if they don’t happen to make the cut.
I am currently dealing with an irritating person at work – someone who is exhibiting a very common trait that one often finds in the business world. You could call this guy a “low-level executive” or a “first-level manager” or something like that. He is apparently having a technical problem of some kind that I may or may not be able to deal with, but he is refusing to actually talk to me about whatever it is.
The thing is, often times people who are standing on this kind of humble second or third rung-of-the-ladder in an organization are extremely insecure and hyper-sensitive to their “status”. To try to bolster their own prestige and self-image they simply refuse to follow the “established procedures” that everyone else uses. Instead, they believe that by going personally to another “manager” or “executive” who is at their same level in the organization or even higher, that then they will be given some kind of priority commensurate with their self-defined significance. In other words, they think that they are important enough to “jump the line”.
Of course, most organizations are hierarchical and that means that sometimes there really is someone who is more important than everyone else (like the CEO of a company or the president of a college) but when this attitude is displayed in a lowly second-rung person it is just hilarious and eminently prank-worthy. The funniest part of it is that this sort of person is so concerned with their image that they cannot even see that going straight to the worker’s boss (or boss’s boss) with a personal appeal is actually getting them far worse service than following-the-rules would get them. This isn’t always malicious on the part of us worker-bees either. It is simply that when a request comes in from a bizarre angle or through an unconventional communication vector, it can’t be dealt with as efficiently as when things happen “like they are supposed to”. In fact, “standing in line with the rest” usually provides far faster and more effective service than butting in line will – no matter how puffed up the VIP-wannabe can make himself.
Anyway, I really-and-truly cannot figure out what this guy’s problem is. He sent a note to my boss so obscure and cryptic (probably the middle of a much longer conversation) that I have no idea what he is complaining about. I sent him a reply saying; “I don’t know what your problem is, please explain it to me”, and he replied back that it was all in the original referral note (Not!) and of course he copied my boss again because god-forbid that he actually communicate directly with a peon like me on the first-rung when he is all the way up in the stratosphere of the second rung. Wow, dude – do you honestly think that this is going to get you what you want?
I suppose that I could ask my boss what this guy’s problem is, and get a second-hand version, but at this point I am now thoroughly annoyed with this childish game. In spite of this guy’s over-inflated ego he is not important enough in the organization for there to be any blow-back on me from stonewalling him, so I am going to wait to the last moment of the day (for the sake of the time-stamp) and write him back saying that – Sorry, no, I don’t know what you need. Please explain it to me. Maybe after a few days of this ping-pong match he will come to realize that soiling himself by speaking to a “grunt” might be an unfortunate necessity from time to time. I could even supply him with a clothespin for his hoity-toity snout if he needs it.
Tuesday, 3/17, was Saint Patrick’s Day; 9-days after Daylight Savings started and 5-days before the vernal equinox marks the official celestial Declaration of Spring. It was also the first day since mid-November that a neighbor of ours turned off their goddamn Christmas lights. These were the traditional multicolored outdoor string-lights that were wrapped around a small fir tree in their yard and we can see them from our bedroom window. Those stupid things have been burning every-single night from dusk to dawn since just about the first frosty nocturne of autumn.
I know that there are any number of people who do this – try to maintain “Christmas” all winter and burn outdoor lights and/or keep Christmas Trees (hopefully artificial ones) up and trimmed and lit inside their house until the crocuses, daffodils and tulips finally embarrass even them into feeling stupid.
This is not “festive” however – this is just plain nuts. I would honestly be scared to meet one of these people on a dim, shadowy street at night because this is the same type of inscrutable mindset shared by crazed, wild-eyed slashers. I can only suppose that these poor insane souls must have had an atrocious upbringing and are desperately trying to recover the unknown delights of childhood by telling themselves that they are “spreading happiness” and trying to vicariously live off of this imaginary pleasure of others like vampires.
If you too are one of these people, let me say; 1) Please seek professional help. Though this symptom in itself may be relatively benign, you clearly have deep and serious personal issues that need to be worked through before something truly horrible happens and/or you permanently warp your own children; 2) If your psychosis is so overwhelming that you simply cannot control yourself – at least keep your goddamn “joy” in your goddamn house and do not subject the rest of the world to your lunacy with a grotesque and inappropriate public display.