I was trying to think of something to rant about, but nothing was really bothering me that wasn’t old news.  It’s funny how inspiration just comes up and smacks you in the face though sometimes isn’t it?   I had an argument today with a person who is in a position of trust.  The key to fulfilling that position is that I should be able to trust them right?  And central to the very idea of trust is that you can believe what that person tells you.

Well I have about as much faith in anything that she tells me as I do in the telemarketer who tells me that I have won a cruise.  Just as the cruise is a boat straight to financial ruin, which probably includes walking the plank and losing a limb, the only place I am headed after talking to this person is Miseryville.

A lot of the mistruths are difficult to prove, because she changes what she tells you, and by making policies vague, the decisions are moving targets.  It becomes difficult to argue about a policy when it is open to interpretation.

I am normally a very forgiving person.  Unless you take food off my plate.  That will get you an ass-kicking.  I make mistakes on an hourly basis.  But I try to own up to them when I screw up.  I expect the same of other people.  Sometimes people think that they can fool me into believing that they have done everything the way that they were supposed to, and that I am just confused.  In a desperate attempt to avoid getting in trouble, they try to dazzle me with their words.  But what they don’t realize is that I am pretty good at knowing when I am being lied to.  Especially if I know the person at all.  I have always had good instincts about people, and when I don’t trust those instincts I always regret it.  So you are not saving face with me by lying.  I don’t walk away thinking that you are a superstar.  I walk away thinking that you have no idea what you are doing.

And that your pants are on fire.

 

Contributed by Tara. The super, awesome Brain behind “Don’t Lick the Deck”   Check it out . . . even just to find out WHY she could ever name a blog THAT!

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Tara is gainfully employed by the toughest 3 female bosses she has ever had (well except for that one accounting manager who hated her). The pay sucks, but the cuddles are awesome. She drinks a lot of coffee, uses humour as a defense mechanism, and lives in fear of what lurks in her backyard. Keep Tara company on her unfortunately-named blog Don’t Lick the Deck, where she talks about her husband Nerdguy; her 10 year old and twin 8 year old girls; parenting autism and ADHD; and her inability to shop without creating disaster. She is regular contributor to Parentdish.ca who have not yet filed a restraining order.

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