As early as 7 years of age, I was already very opinionated. My second grade teacher once graded my paper with one of my answers wrong and I walked up to her and asked her why did she think that it was the wrong answer. I actually forgot what the question was but I will never forget her explanation. My answer was: fishing rod as a good way of fishing and her explanation why fishing rod is not a good way of fishing is because the mouth of the fish gets caught up on the hook and it’ll torture the fish. It was ridiculous and I would have told her: what the f? if I already knew what those words meant at the time. Instead, I plainly, cold-bloodedly told her: What do you care? You’re going to eat it anyway, right? At the end of the conversation, she marked my answer correct. Maybe to shut me up or maybe because she realized that I was right.
The point of this entry is, I was never afraid to confront anyone if I know that I am right. It’s never hard for me to admit my mistake but if I am 100% sure of what I’m saying and that the other party is not making any sense whatsoever then it’s going to be a very loooong day for both of us. Last Thursday, I had a not-so-pleasant confrontation with one of the officers of a different department. I’m usually having a hard time with that department because they all think that I’m bossy and I want everything to get done as soon as possible. Well, they’re right – time is very important for me and I’m the kind of person who can’t leave anything pending for the next day. The officer was my last resort and I was hoping he would sort out my booking to get it over with, instead he became all arrogant and all self-righteous at me and I just can’t let that go. So of course, I reasoned out and gave him a piece of my mind. He didn’t like it. Maybe he’s not used to someone telling him off so he was not VERY happy about what happened.
I later found out that he told my own officer the story of what happened and I was called up for a meeting. Oooooohhhh a closed-door meeting, like that would scare the bejesus out of me. I told you, if I’m right – noone can scare me. So I went up to meet my officer, let him beat around the bush first because he couldn’t confront me right away about what happened and when he finally did, I also gave him a
piece chunk of my mind. At the end of the meeting, my officer apologized in behalf of the other department and realized that I was right all along but then, he also told me to control my emotions next time and not let it rule over my judgment to which I said I will TRY. I actually don’t get the point of the latter because I was not screaming nor did I raise my voice to the officer of the other department, I was just plainly reasoning out. Maybe he had his own version of the story or maybe he’s such a lightweight that he can’t deal with people who’s got a different opinion.
Anyhow, I’d probably suggest to people who don’t know what they’re doing, who can’t do their job right, who can’t handle pressure, who don’t know how to manage time and who thinks it’s ok to keep a work pending for the next day to avoid me. And no, the passengers shouldn’t suffer because you’re understaffed. Capeesh!