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Laying it all out

I am an evolved man. Or, at least I’d like to think I’ve matured a great deal. So, just as a result of the way things have been going I’ve sort of been in a funk lately. I didn’t really realize how stressed I’ve been all week up until a friend suggested it to me. Heck, that might explain why I felt listless yesterday. About mid-morning today I somehow got involved in a bit of an exchange with the team lead. I had to walk away from the situation, so I took my teapot and filled it up. Instead of letting everything stew for the next few hours I went up to him and asked him for the next task. Apparently that was enough to break the ice. We decided to take a coffee break together, and at the Tim Hortons we both just laid the cards on the table.

It was a great exercise for me in terms of maintaining a certain level of objectivity. I am a person that often reacts entirely based on emotion. There are a lot of good things and bad things that occur as a result. On the one hand I’m quite perceptive and have some sense of unspoken things that run beneath the surface. On the other hand, I have a tendency to take things personally, or absorb others’ emotions without much effort. So yeah, as much as I’m good at seeing other people’s points of view, the lines between my experience and theirs can be blurred.

So yeah, I made sure to get him to clarify his stances on certain issues, and made sure he understood where I was coming from. I mean, as much as I’d like to think I’m easy to read, no one is a true mind reader, right? I can’t afford to leave someone like that guessing as to what’s brewing in my head. In the end, we both came out feeling much better. Now, I consider all of this to be quite mature. I know that an older version of me would have just ignored it all and held it inside. In the end, it all just ends up as a messy explosion. By laying it all out, I’m effectively removing any doubt. In the work place, that’s the best thing that can happen. At this point, I’m feeling a bit better about the team and the situation. I can deal with this.

Painting from splatter

[9:05:39 PM] my ox is broken: quick! boot pick!
[9:05:49 PM] jenelle:
brooke & syesha bottom
[9:06:02 PM] jenelle:
i’m so tempted to say syesha goes
[9:06:07 PM] jenelle:
in a carly-esque elimination
[9:06:15 PM] jenelle:
but i think its brooke’s time to say goodbye
[9:06:53 PM] my ox is broken:
syesha gets to stay in the mansion while brooke gets the one way ticket to the everyman shanty town?
[9:07:24 PM] jenelle:
yeah
[9:07:27 PM] jenelle:
i guess so
[9:07:35 PM] jenelle
: damn ur witty banter is getting better with time
[9:07:55 PM] my ox is broken: maybe i’m just losing my mind
[9:08:19 PM] jenelle: or maybe you’re high on the good stuff
[9:08:22 PM] jenelle: and i mean LATE NIGHT CODE JAMS
[9:08:26 PM] my ox is broken: or that i like painting pictures from the splatters of my verbal runs?
[9:08:31 PM] jenelle: OOOOOOH damn
[9:08:38 PM] jenelle: that was hilariously disugsting

One reason my job makes me laugh

Project manager was commenting on someone and sharing his thoughts with the team.

Project Manager: The guy is leaving his legacy…
Project Manager: <pause for effect>
Project Manager: OF SHIT.

Me: HAHAH!

Oh, it’s funny because I was thinking the same thing. I only regret that I wasn’t the one that got to land that blow.

Never walked that far

There was talk of a team lunch taking place this week. Some suggestions were made, but thrown out because the distance was just too far from work. The person designated as the organizer suggested a place that was 1.X km away from here. My manager balked at the idea: “I don’t think [Jason] has ever walked that far in his life.”

I was this close to telling him to fuck off.

(Hey…I think I’m getting control of this verbal diarrhea problem I mentioned in the past. At the very least, I guess is was about time I got picked on.)

Gold star

(Lately I’ve been finding it harder than usual to write blog entries. It’s quite possible that a lot of what I write doesn’t flow well together or is peppered with non-sequiturs. Can’t be helped until I regain my overall sense of focus…which probably won’t be for a while again)

I’ve spoken about my tendency to be candid at work in the past. In some cases, the results have been great, while in others the results have been embarrassing. Luckily, I haven’t had any really bad bouts of the verbal runs as of late, but it seems I’ve developed a reputation. My coworkers seem to have developed an image of my personality that I’m sort of not entirely proud of.

Let’s see.

It’s been established that I have an acid tongue. Before, only two of my coworkers were really aware of it since the three of us were really physically isolated from the rest of the department. Now that I’m within the vicinity of the others, they’ve been witness to some of my more biting moments. I’m known for picking on my coworkers with sarcasm. In particular, I seem to use one guy (who joined pretty much at the same time I did) as the subject of my abuse. I often feel bad about it afterwards, but he seems good natured about it anyway. “That’s just the way Jason is.” I wonder what would happen if they knew how soft of a core I really have though…

Due to my loose tongue, and apparent inability to hold back some of my inner thoughts, I’m known for being honest in terms of letting people know where I stand with whatever issue. Once in a while it serves me well. I think some of my coworkers have started exclaiming out “gold star!” when I get praise for being an ass. Usually though…I find that I really have to smack my head and wonder why I’m not fired yet.

I have outbursts of noise. I’ve acquired a nickname of “noisemaker.” Anyone who has been around me for extended periods knows what this is all about. I’ve broken the silence. I’ve been known to impersonate Dr. Zoidberg. Yes. That Zoidberg.
So, all in all, when I consider all of this, I can’t help but think that I’m quite the jackass. I’m not going to give one of those “take me as I am” type speeches, because at the very least I’ve been blessed (cursed?) with self-awareness. All I ask for is a bit of patience. Don’t get me wrong though, I get along well with everyone.

This is all so confusing.

The return of verbal diarrhea

So, the case has been made in the past that I have a bit of an issue with effectively filtering the words that come from my brain and travel to my mouth. Some might say that I speak with candor or forthrightness. Others would say that I’m just plain stupid. To tell you the truth, it’s probably a bit of both.

The other day, our team had its monthly meeting with the COO (chief operating officer). These meetings usually occur to inform us of new initiatives that are going on at the higher levels of administration to make things run more smoothly. They’re generally high level discussions that aren’t necessarily directly related to what the developers do. After the meeting, he went from team member to team member asking what they thought of the meetings. One by one, everyone gave answers that the meeting were indeed informative. When it came to my turn, I said that I agreed with everyone, however I was feeling torn. I said that as much as the information was good to know, it’s so far above what I need to know that he was risking making the meetings less relevant than they could be. He agreed saying that he would have started the meetings closer to our level and moved up, but that situations were causing the meetings to take a top-down approach.

This is when he asked the following: “Well, I hope that these meetings aren’t completely worthless and that they’re at least marginally useful.”

In my head, I was thinking: “Well….”

What came out of my mouth: “Well, they’re not wooooorthless.”

His reply: “Ok, so they’re marginally useful. Thanks!” He then proceeded to (pretend to?) write something down in his notebook.

All I could do was look embarrassed and I put my head in my hands thinking, “Oh fuck, I’m dead.” My colleagues weren’t much help either as they were either in shock or laughing at my stupidity.

I’ve gotten wind that the COO has been mentioning in meetings that have occurred after that someone has called his meetings marginally useful.

Weeeeell, I’m still here…

Maybe next meeting I’ll just come in with duct tape over my mouth.

Mind-to-mouth filter

Oh man…I need to work on my mind-to-mouth filter. My manager saw me looking as if I was in an intense moment of thinking. He asked what was up. I shocked myself by telling him that I hated the project that I was working on. He jokingly said: “those are some strong words there.”

Well yeah, that’s how I feel about my current project: I’m just tired of it. However, I can’t believe that I just flat out said that I hated it. Ugh…this time of year is also around the time the annual review gets done.

What the hell was I thinking. :?

Acidic tongue

On Friday, while making espressos at the machine, I think I’d said something harsh to one of my coworkers. He stopped, looked at me with a wry smile and said “man, sometimes you can be so acerbic!” Another coworker agreed and said “yeah…he’s like that sometimes…you just have to get used to it.”

So, yes. Once in a while I have an acidic tongue. I dunno. It’s in my nature. I’m sure my coworkers just think I’m being an ass when I’m in one of those mood. You know what, though? I’m comfortable with that. I can say that because I know that my other faces have opportunities to shine through when the timing is right.

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