T's Blog Point Zero Zero Three
The truth is always far more painful to say, yet far more pleasurable to deal with.
What the???
A bit deep???
I know I'm not perfect.
No where near, as many of you I know are biting at the opportunity to remind me about.
I do recall being told to "visit the house of mirror's " once or twice throughout my working life.
And I hear myself saying some of the very same things that were said to me as I "developed" as an industry professional, or better yet... leader within the business.
BUT...
And it is now a very big BUT,
Where as if I had written this 12 months ago, it would of just been a But (one capital, 2 lower case)
Now...
It is all CAPITALS.
When you are being assessed.
Or your performance is being managed.
Being appraised.
Developed.
Counselled.
Whatever you wish to call it, or see it for that matter.
Here's a tip...
Answering "dunno" to why you (language warning) fucked up what it was that you (language warning) fucked up... just doesn't cut it.
Not funny, cool, witty, sincere... I could go on but I'll sound like you're gran.
Just keep things real.
Creditable.
Productive.
Relevant.
Entertaining even...
Try telling the truth.
10 years ago, being asked the above question (you know... f'ing up and all that jazz - which actually related to turning up in incorrect uniform standards. (I think it was slip ons, instead of sneakers)
Answering "dunno" because it was just an easier option. One word was all my brain had to think about spitting out.
No where near as entertaining as the truth...
Answering...
Well... I think I'm still pissed from the night before. Left my shoes in friends car who was the designated driver, but she left without me because she got sick of trying to drag me home. Then me waking up (somewhere - ten years later still not sure of the exact location) and forgetting it was the day daylight savings changed. Rocked up an hour early at work. It was then and only then that I realised I did not have my shoes with me, so have called my friend to ask her to drop my shoes off at work, again forgetting it was an hour earlier than what I thought. So... not 6 am, but 5 am I called my bestest friend in the world for this request, and in the meantime whilst I opened the business for the days trading, I thought I'd done a pretty good job - considering my state, and that I could get away with my (language warning) fuck up, whilst I hid behind the front desk and awaited the arrival of my proper attire. Never taking in mind I actually had to interact with customers...
I thought saying "dunno" was the better option!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As if!!????!!!!!
Rolling that story off my tongue way back then would of been...
as previously mentioned...
Far more
Real
(truthful)
Creditable
(at least I had the balls to tell the truth)
Productive
(I wouldn't have had to sit through all that non relevant HR blah blah blah talk)
Relevant
(I wouldn't of had to adhere to some action plan, or personal maturing plan for the above HR blah blah blah talk)
Entertaining even
(nobody enjoys a counselling session - whether you are receiving it or delivering it)
So...
Now that I am mature and all, I recently have been delivered two "dunno's" from a teen waste of space and a seventy five year old virgin...
All I can wish is that they had told the truth.
The stories I knew were going on inside their heads, whilst their mouths spat out "dunno" went something along the lines of...
"Uh...like, I , ahhh, dunno, I just kinda thought, well no.... I didn't really think, cause I'm not sure I can do that early on a Saturday morning. Oh, is it Sunday???? Whooopps, no.... Really??? Oh, not cool. I've totally lost a day. Wow. I got so totally balls dup' I have no idea where I am or what I'm doing. Anyways... I um....I had a big night and just got my days confused. Does that mean I missed a shift??? Oh. Seeing as I am here now, Could I just work now then instead. Yer??? It's like busy... isn't it????
And then on the opposite end of the scale.
You get a "dunno" from somebody thinking "I know you think I'm an over sized stress ball that has lost some of it's gooey filling. Perched on a chair. Just staring you down. But I'm heaps smarter than you cause I've gotten away with doing next to nothing for some time now. So, in theory, I think it's more your fault for not checking on me than it is my fault... ha haha ha haaaaaaaaa ha"
Would make it much more...
Real
(again, truthful)
Creditable
(they would at least get points for their honesty)
Productive
(I wouldn't have to waste my time going through all that non relevant HR blah blah blah talk)
Relevant
(I could simply get rid of their sorry arses!)
Entertaining even
(As the opening statement said...)
The truth is always far more painful to say, yet far more pleasurable to deal with.
What the???
A bit deep???
I know I'm not perfect.
No where near, as many of you I know are biting at the opportunity to remind me about.
I do recall being told to "visit the house of mirror's " once or twice throughout my working life.
And I hear myself saying some of the very same things that were said to me as I "developed" as an industry professional, or better yet... leader within the business.
BUT...
And it is now a very big BUT,
Where as if I had written this 12 months ago, it would of just been a But (one capital, 2 lower case)
Now...
It is all CAPITALS.
When you are being assessed.
Or your performance is being managed.
Being appraised.
Developed.
Counselled.
Whatever you wish to call it, or see it for that matter.
Here's a tip...
Answering "dunno" to why you (language warning) fucked up what it was that you (language warning) fucked up... just doesn't cut it.
Not funny, cool, witty, sincere... I could go on but I'll sound like you're gran.
Just keep things real.
Creditable.
Productive.
Relevant.
Entertaining even...
Try telling the truth.
10 years ago, being asked the above question (you know... f'ing up and all that jazz - which actually related to turning up in incorrect uniform standards. (I think it was slip ons, instead of sneakers)
Answering "dunno" because it was just an easier option. One word was all my brain had to think about spitting out.
No where near as entertaining as the truth...
Answering...
Well... I think I'm still pissed from the night before. Left my shoes in friends car who was the designated driver, but she left without me because she got sick of trying to drag me home. Then me waking up (somewhere - ten years later still not sure of the exact location) and forgetting it was the day daylight savings changed. Rocked up an hour early at work. It was then and only then that I realised I did not have my shoes with me, so have called my friend to ask her to drop my shoes off at work, again forgetting it was an hour earlier than what I thought. So... not 6 am, but 5 am I called my bestest friend in the world for this request, and in the meantime whilst I opened the business for the days trading, I thought I'd done a pretty good job - considering my state, and that I could get away with my (language warning) fuck up, whilst I hid behind the front desk and awaited the arrival of my proper attire. Never taking in mind I actually had to interact with customers...
I thought saying "dunno" was the better option!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As if!!????!!!!!
Rolling that story off my tongue way back then would of been...
as previously mentioned...
Far more
Real
(truthful)
Creditable
(at least I had the balls to tell the truth)
Productive
(I wouldn't have had to sit through all that non relevant HR blah blah blah talk)
Relevant
(I wouldn't of had to adhere to some action plan, or personal maturing plan for the above HR blah blah blah talk)
Entertaining even
(nobody enjoys a counselling session - whether you are receiving it or delivering it)
So...
Now that I am mature and all, I recently have been delivered two "dunno's" from a teen waste of space and a seventy five year old virgin...
All I can wish is that they had told the truth.
The stories I knew were going on inside their heads, whilst their mouths spat out "dunno" went something along the lines of...
"Uh...like, I , ahhh, dunno, I just kinda thought, well no.... I didn't really think, cause I'm not sure I can do that early on a Saturday morning. Oh, is it Sunday???? Whooopps, no.... Really??? Oh, not cool. I've totally lost a day. Wow. I got so totally balls dup' I have no idea where I am or what I'm doing. Anyways... I um....I had a big night and just got my days confused. Does that mean I missed a shift??? Oh. Seeing as I am here now, Could I just work now then instead. Yer??? It's like busy... isn't it????
And then on the opposite end of the scale.
You get a "dunno" from somebody thinking "I know you think I'm an over sized stress ball that has lost some of it's gooey filling. Perched on a chair. Just staring you down. But I'm heaps smarter than you cause I've gotten away with doing next to nothing for some time now. So, in theory, I think it's more your fault for not checking on me than it is my fault... ha haha ha haaaaaaaaa ha"
Would make it much more...
Real
(again, truthful)
Creditable
(they would at least get points for their honesty)
Productive
(I wouldn't have to waste my time going through all that non relevant HR blah blah blah talk)
Relevant
(I could simply get rid of their sorry arses!)
Entertaining even
(As the opening statement said...)
The truth is always far more painful to say, yet far more pleasurable to deal with.
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