So today I had a ‘meeting’ with a bunch of people in town.
Not very interesting.
The guy who had been put in charge of this meeting was a drippy 50 something. As we sat in the lobby waiting to go in he greeted everyone but me warmly.
Jesus, not again. I thought.
Sure enough he got to looking at the stuff we had been asked to bring, and immediately started insulting me.
Every time I opened my mouth he interrupted me, smiling continuously throughout.
I was the most qualified and experienced person there, including him.
Now, I do realise that this is the social equivalent of the dick pic, but it doesn’t make it any less tiresome, so let us get something very clear.
There is absolutely no reason why I should be interested, and I certainly don’t feel any compulsion to be interested, so why are you bothering to try and get my attention?
It is really sad that this is what passes for flirting. I have no idea why we chose to give the gender most susceptible to the foibles of their genitals so much power, but really it is a screaming bore.
Life was much easier as a head chef. I used to just point at things and get them to run towards them.
Now I am supposed to want to be liked. I don’t give a shit if you like me, just get on with your boring paperwork and then leave me the fuck alone.
The first thing I learned as a manager was that power always carries the responsibility of taking care of people.
The second thing I learned as a manager was not to care about being liked.
The third thing I learned was how to create a nice safe honest bubble for people to actually function in. I see almost no office management that understands this.
I see people anxious to be liked, anxious to be feared, anxious to be remembered. None of these things matter. Doing the job well and making people feel safe, that matters. Your tiny penis anxiety doesn’t matter at all.
I am hoping to hear some positive news from India in the next few days, if so, I won’t have to deal with this crap any more.