The thing about working in a very specified field of Communications, is that sometimes the very specific communications themselves are…
ODD.
People randomly — MISTAKENLY — believe that because I can communicate in a way they understand, of course I *want* to listen to Absolutely Everything They Have To Say.
This, dear readers, is a fallacy.
FALLACY, I say!
Prime Example ~ Round about 12:14pm on Wednesday:
Client: (apropos of nothing) You should tell this to your boss.
Me: (thinking, I am kinda my own boss…) Errr…?
Client: Or tell it to your husband. It’s about bosses.
Me: What are you talking about?
Client: Well, tell it to your husband because I’ll bet YOU’RE the boss of him.
Me: (thinking, Mister, you have no idea…) Well, he made the mistake of referring to me as his secretary once. I’m NOT his secretary. I’m his manager. It’s not a mistake he’s likely to make again.
Client: Yes! Perfect! So there’s this joke. How is a boss like a diaper?
Me: (exuding a stare that any normal person* would interpret as, “Are you really going to go there?”) Mmm?
Client: They’re always on your ass!
Ahem.
There was a looonng pause with a bit of ‘second thoughts about that one’ streaking across his features while I blank-facedly stared at him.
And then we were done.
But I’ll admit, I was thinking:
Always on my husband’s ass?
If this guy only knew…
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Title taken from the lyrics to Down Under by Men At Work. Which is appropriate, given the WhatTheFuck-ery of the communication and the fact that it happened, y’know, at work.
*Suffice to say: I do not work with ‘normal’ people.
LOL
People can have the most astonishing beliefs about just what exactly constitutes a good idea…
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I’m pretty much convinced that a high percentage of the population functions on the principle that the key steps to successful communication are:
Step 1 ~ Turn off brain.
Step 2 ~ Open mouth.
That’s the thing….. he doesn’t deserve to know. 😀
Oh dear Lord… My clients know as little about me as possible (which is a feat, because cultural expectations are A Thing) — often they don’t even know (or quickly forget) my name, which suits me just fine!
What an arse he was. And a great story – those moments when you look them in the eye and think “you just have no idea mate” – And guys like that never will.
I to think most people just seem to say anything that comes into their brain – no filter – just like a running commentary of their mind. I find it infuriating particularly when you have to “wait” somewhere and someone just continually jabbers on and on about absolutely nothing! Like a bee buzzing…
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I have kind of a strange job. I see people and deal with situations/information that are/is sometimes intensely personal. So for people who don’t have a clear idea of boundaries (and it’s a concept a lot of folks just.don’t.get even in an ‘easy’ situation)…. Well, things can get muddly and befuddly sometimes.
This made me smile and think of the time a colleague thought I always walk around in leather clothes…
Rebel xox
HA!
Wait… You mean you don’t always walk around in leather clothes?
*laugh*