[LJ2ME] Not Say I Want To Say Don't Say I Never Say
The last hour at work earlier was madness, with an influx of patients, and the arrival of several emergency cases simultaneously that called out for attention that was scarce and stretched.
Didn't like myself for turning into a task-master and slave-driver then, for barking out orders and not holding my tongue when a dressing down was due.
What else can I do when I'm working with some people who do not pull their own weight and have no initiative and sense of urgency?
While my actions and intentions may be misinterpreted, I guess I can empathise with Lee Bee Wah now. Sometimes, you have no choice but to play the bad guy.
I wasn't very popular during my army days, for I ran my store like a tight ship. While I wouldn't (couldn't!) expect the same standards and results from them that I expected of myself, the least I required was for work to be done when there was work to be done.
Alas, that was not to be, and I had to go hunt them down and flush them out from wherever they were taking their smoke-canteen-nap breaks. I know it was National Service, and none of us wanted to do it, but I wasn't asking for them to go beyond the call of duty but just doing their part and even that was a problem, so can you blame me?
Similarly, I must have driven my flatmates in Birmingham crazy. There they were, away from the watchful eyes of their parents and they find themselves right back at Square One with me breathing down their necks.
I wasn't putting them on curfews or asking them to clean out their bedrooms, but when it came to the common kitchen, I expected nothing less than consideration and courtesy for the others.
Raised in a nation of signs and fines, I put up notes in the kitchen requesting their cooperation, but burnt, cogealed stove-tops and crumbly, sticky counter-tops and accumulating, unwashed sink-tops were the order of the day.
The irony of my anal-retentiveness is that I only entertain the highest expectations of myself and subscribe to the highest standards for myself when my work and results impact on others. Thus, perhaps, I expect nothing less than the same of, from others, which is a little too far-fetched and wishful thinking unfortunately.
You may think I'm having illusions of grandeur and self-importance, but even if so, I'm thinking only of myself. As opposed to thinking only for myself. Or is it the other way round? Is there a difference? Go figure... Bah! Humbug!
Didn't like myself for turning into a task-master and slave-driver then, for barking out orders and not holding my tongue when a dressing down was due.
What else can I do when I'm working with some people who do not pull their own weight and have no initiative and sense of urgency?
While my actions and intentions may be misinterpreted, I guess I can empathise with Lee Bee Wah now. Sometimes, you have no choice but to play the bad guy.
I wasn't very popular during my army days, for I ran my store like a tight ship. While I wouldn't (couldn't!) expect the same standards and results from them that I expected of myself, the least I required was for work to be done when there was work to be done.
Alas, that was not to be, and I had to go hunt them down and flush them out from wherever they were taking their smoke-canteen-nap breaks. I know it was National Service, and none of us wanted to do it, but I wasn't asking for them to go beyond the call of duty but just doing their part and even that was a problem, so can you blame me?
Similarly, I must have driven my flatmates in Birmingham crazy. There they were, away from the watchful eyes of their parents and they find themselves right back at Square One with me breathing down their necks.
I wasn't putting them on curfews or asking them to clean out their bedrooms, but when it came to the common kitchen, I expected nothing less than consideration and courtesy for the others.
Raised in a nation of signs and fines, I put up notes in the kitchen requesting their cooperation, but burnt, cogealed stove-tops and crumbly, sticky counter-tops and accumulating, unwashed sink-tops were the order of the day.
The irony of my anal-retentiveness is that I only entertain the highest expectations of myself and subscribe to the highest standards for myself when my work and results impact on others. Thus, perhaps, I expect nothing less than the same of, from others, which is a little too far-fetched and wishful thinking unfortunately.
You may think I'm having illusions of grandeur and self-importance, but even if so, I'm thinking only of myself. As opposed to thinking only for myself. Or is it the other way round? Is there a difference? Go figure... Bah! Humbug!