I was going to give you a long-winded and long and windy entry about the state of my mind these days—the hint for my mental state is in the title of this entry—but I’ll spare you.
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I am beginning to think that crucial training for management may be parenthood, perhaps even specifically motherhood. Because you get inured to the temper tantrums and the rage very quickly. Time-outs: very useful. When you tell you kid to take a break from doing whatever it is that they’re enjoying (watching TV, hitting a brother, whatever) and they ignore you, you pick them up and place them in their room, telling them to come out when they’ve calmed down.
This works much the same way with people of slightly taller stature. Last week’s hilarity in my life was attempting to keep a lid on what was a bulletin board spiraling out of control. I told several participants to take a break from posting—we don’t want die-hards spending on their time on the board, because posters just get more and more argumentative. One guy said he wasn’t going to honor our request and kept posting anyhow.
Dude, I’m the one with the delete key. Go to your room.
(He was actually much ruder than that. I want an apology in writing if he plans on ever coming back.)
If I ever decide to go back to work, I’m definitely going to look into management.
I have taken an oath to never administrate or moderate another message board unless it’s my own, and i’m the only one posting. I had 5 years of that crud, I’d personally just rather opt out of being neutral and call people boneheads at my own discretion.
As for the recent topic found elsewhere concerning the potty posse, yeah, I think with the girls it’ll never end, but at least the boy has now realized there are things he doesn’t want to ever see and just yells at me through a closed door. HA.