I am a true believer in absolute honesty. You would think that this would be a beneficial trait, but it has, on occasion, worked to my detriment. That doesn't stop me though. The part of my brain that consciously says "don't tell em don't tell em think of something quick," although it works well enough to have that thought process, what I hear coming out of my mouth is the truth, whether I want it coming out of there or not. One of my biggest fears is being caught in a lie, so I just don't lie.
It has, however, gained me some leverage on the job. My boss knows that I will tell him the truth about a situation and won't try to soften it with pretty lies. Basically, he knows if I fuck up, I'm going to tell him I fucked up. Confessing my every sin to him has gained me a bit of respect. He also knows that if I deny fucking something up, that I didn't do it since I tell him when I do. There has been more than one occasion that I stood in front of his desk and told him I was there to "confess my sins." His facial expressions at that time range from amusement/annoyance/worry/relief, since most of the time its not too serious.
This happened yesterday. About the middle of the day I discovered that I had forgotten to do something that I was supposed to do last week. Since he was out of the office I worried and fretted and panicked, and resolved to fix the situation (if I could since the deadline had passed). He was out of the office until the very end of the day, and when he came in I had done the document that needed to be done. I handed him the paperwork with a few blanks in it, told him I had forgotten it I'm sorry but that I would get it out ASAP as soon as he filled in the blanks. He looked at it, said, "Oh, I don't have that information yet either." I had been sitting there and stressing and worrying over something I couldn't have even completed when I was supposed to do it last week.
RELIEF. It washes over us like a soothing balm sometimes, doesn't it.
One of the best thing in life is finding out that sometimes, things aren't always our fault. hehe
6 comments:
Dodged that bullet, eh? ;)
First the blood drains out of ya, then you are revived in the same instant it drained.
I hate it when that happens.
I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me at work...sometimes I think I'll be fired only to learn that my boss, like yours, is the bestest!!!
Peace
I did dodge that bullet Curmy.. this time. But Odat is right, he's one of the bestest.
(Thank god) hehe
I am sure that the stresses we put on ourselves are by far the worst.
Unfortunately, this epiphany hasn't prevented me from continuing to do it.
I'm glad it worked out so well for you. So where do we stand on that little cherry tree debacle?
"Father I cannot tell a lie - Betty the Potty Monitor chopped that tree down."
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