Well, I haven't a fucking clue how to get through to this person. Once again, I've been reminded that, like any effective communication, we have to have realistic expectations of our subjects and know them well enough to know what will move them. In this instance, I have no idea what I could have said to attract her (or his) self-interest. And damn, how I grapple with being patient.
Managers in this business should be focused on managing creative people, and if everyone isn't creative, then you can't talk about building a culture that would thrive, at least not effectively, to people who take pride in other things. Right? The harsh reality is that someone hired the wrong square on the Myers Briggs chart. The person isn't evil, though sometimes––I admit it––my emotions might give the contrary impression––the person is simply the wrong person for the job.
Look, I'm tired. This piece is tired. I'm tired of dealing with people who shouldn't be in a place that is now striving to build a culture for greatness. I'm tired of wasting my communication skills.
Is it me? Do I have a problem accepting the ad game for what it is? And does that explain why I can't bring myself to watch every episode of Mad Men––because I don't want to deal with the truth, because, no, I can't always handle the truth?
I guess this turned out to be a whiny post, huh? Did I say that I'm tired of whining. I'm sooo tired of whining. But sometimes you just need a place to vent.
And see, blogs really are good for something. My venting will be safe here. On the web, people only click on the things that interest them most, so I can breathe easy that this article will never strike the eyes of said political monger. Most likely, only the people that agree with me will read it. You see, while I wouldn't be foolish enough to divulge names, I do know who my target is. I'm talking to myself and a few precious others. And right now, as I feel a little better, kind of like a blues singer that has just sublimated some pain, that works for me.
