Where Did Her Joy Go?
Where Did Her Joy Go?
How do I communicate when my problem is communication? I want to tell my superior that her negativity turns every criticism into a harsh blow. I want to tell her that perfunctory explanations that lead to imperfect products are her fault not mine. I want to tell her that her frowns and “I don't knows....” are worse than a student who bites, kicks, screams and curses at me. That I dread walking into her room, that I smile less and talk quieter, without enthusiasm. The atmosphere around her stifles creativity, joy and laughter. I want to tell her that I am more than a copier and a clipboard carrier, but I don't. I get quieter, I smile even less and look forward to my time with the child who bites, kicks, screams and curses at me, because at lest some of the time he will smile, laugh and tell me he loves me.