Ronald really peed me off at work today. Last week he told me not to put my calculations as an attachment to my emails, but to put them in the body of the email. OK, I can do that. Easy. Today he told me to put the calculations in an attachment, and insisted that’s what he told me last week, and why don’t I listen. It was petty of Ronald, his mean-spirited power play, but I reacted by getting upset instead of taking the higher ground. I think Susan saw my reaction, which made things worse. Why was I so bothered?
More mentoring required from Susan, I think. I don’t want to keep being like this, having my emotions controlled by trivia (read Ronald).
Also, I may invest in a tape recorder.
Anyway, later Stuart told me he’d put me in the footy tipping competition (the footy started two weeks ago), and that I owed him $40. I was about to get it from my purse when I thought, no, I always go in this mindless footy competition, even though I never want to be in it. Apart from having no interest in the footy, it stresses me every week having to get my tips in on time. Wednesday night games, Thursday night games, what’s with that? So, taking a leaf out of Susan’s book, I said to Stuart thanks, but I don’t want to be in it this year. He was momentarily speechless with shock, but then tried the old ‘I thought you were a team player’ routine on me. I calmly told him that I am a team player. It’s only that I don’t want to be in the footy tipping competition this year. After a bit of huffing and puffing he wandered off. I know it sounds pathetic, but boy did that little victory wipe away the memory of the upset caused by Ronald.