When you work with people for a reasonable length of time you become privy to their quirks and idiosyncrasies. Of course I would be referring to my boss.
Have you ever been around someone who has to always correct you, even when you don’t need correcting? You might say, “Boy, the grass sure has gotten high.” To which you receive the response, “Nooo, it just hasn’t been cut lately.”
Or you might state on MONDAY that you will supply a document TOMORROW only to be scolded because the report is needed TUESDAY.
At first it threw me off each and every time. I seemed to always be muttering something like, “Isn’t that what I just said?” Occasionally, I even muttered a few …ahem…obscenities under my breath. Now….I just have myself a chuckle.
Why am I telling you this? My dear employer just spent several minutes bemoaning a one hour phone conversation with a long winded potential customer. Given the possible client supposedly “has more money than god” (per Mr. Boss Man) he felt obligated to hear him out. Especially since we are a luxury service company that bills at an ungodly hourly rate. But this phone call came with a price.
A price to me.
Ranting and raving over losing an hour of his day ensued, with a few “F” bombs thrown in for good measure. Being the dutiful employee that I always try to be, I did what I am paid to do…nodded sympathetically and told him how hard it must have been to be glued to his chair listening to the ramblings of an eccentric millionaire. Then I did the unthinkable. I made a what-I-hoped-was-an-understanding comment.
Me: “I’m so sorry you spent all that time on the phone for what could have been a 15 minute conversation.”
Mr. Boss Man: “Nooooo! (Insert eye roll) A TWELVE minute conversation.”
Duh! What was I thinking?