There Is Always An Exit

Today is not a good day for my wife and me. My wife had a tongue lashing from her manager, Cal, (Cal is her immediate superior and not a very good one), while I had a bad experience with some critical project members.

Today, Cal had realized that she had to submit a report on Monday and she did not have time to complete it. She was given 3 months to complete the report and she did not even start doing it till today. So she wanted my wife, her subordinate, to do it for her.

My wife had her own on-going project to complete and there were deadlines too. She too had a meeting scheduled on Monday, in order to be on the right track. My wife had already scheduled that meeting early this month and all personnel involved were already informed. All of a sudden, Cal approached her and demanded that she drop her project to help her to complete her report. It seemed like her report was the most urgent thing in the world. My wife’s project was a critical project, allocated to her by the Plant Manager (highest position in the company). The project concerned the laying of the foundation of a new culture in the company, to strive the company to greater heights. I cannot imagine Cal said that my wife’s project was unimportant. What kind of a manager would place her own report before the company’s direction? Anyway, when my wife refused to do it for her, she gave my wife a tongue lashing about planning and placing priorities and she walked off. Ha! Look who’s talking about planning and placing priorities!

As for me, I had a project meeting today. The group was brainstorming about ideas concerning the project. There was this inexperienced young punk, blonde, throwing all sorts of criticism at all the ideas. When he was asked to give a suggestion, he got dumb struck. Then he started to talk nonsense loudly, disturbing the discussion. My blood boils as I am typing this.

Anyway, I just watched a TV program. I cannot remember the name of the show. It was about an artist, Alison, who had no hand. She was preparing to bring up her baby as she was due to give birth. Imagine, no hand, and have to single handedly bring up the baby. (Her husband left her.) Guess her problem is much bigger than my wife’s and mine. After watching, we got over our issues.