being bent.
I know a few things about myself . . . I know that I’m not always such “a prize.” When time — a true sense of urgency enters in and details begin to pile up — I get focused on answers and moving things forward. It’s at those times, I try to be extra nice, because I don’t want to be. What I want to is get things done.
It works something like this . . . I focus on the tasks at hand, but people who know me, aren’t used that. So they expect me to be my usual laid-back self. When I call and ask for a few minutes, they say how busy they are. I get confused. I say I only need a five-minute answer. I hear their whole schedule.
I feel put in a box — made less — by people who don’t have time and don’t remember that I always have time for them.
Right now with SOBCon, I have many things to handle all lined out and organized. I only have exactly enough time and bandwidth to get it all done. Some folks started to help then faded away. I know we all can’t give a lot.
The irony is that ones who don’t have time for a quick question are the ones I’ve helped the most. So I’m doing something wrong, because I would hope they would know me the best.
Have I talked too much at them? Have I not have been respectful of their time in the past?
I’d sure love to know what you see. Straighten me out. Would you? I’m obviously bent.
