Transit Mode

Although the new job is far from being confirmed, I’ve been going ahead and preparing as if it’s a go. I can’t afford to do otherwise, for if it does materialize, I’ll be up that little creek we all know and love as far as maintaining service to my existing clientele. And if it doesn’t materialize, I will have shifted my workload in a way that I will be better prepared for another outside prospect or to concentrate more than I’ve been able to on development.

I had what can only be described as a frustrating meeting with one of my clients yesterday. As usual, I can’t get into the specifics about the client here. However, I can say that I went into yesterday’s meeting thinking that the scope of the fight had grown well beyond what I initially hoped to achieve. Consequently, I didn’t spend much time preparing for the meeting because I refused to get dragged deeper into the organization’s internal and office politics. In fact, that’s what has got me in trouble in the first place with my business: I’ve thrown in too many unpaid extras for too many clients for too long. I recognize that’s because I’m anal retentive and extremely detailed-oriented, while concerned with my clients’ big picture. Those traits have served me well in terms of customer satisfaction, but not so much in terms of dollars and cents.

What I find astounding in this specific case is how I failed to get across that keeping contact information online is better, easier to use and more accessible than keeping that information on one computer using Access. I reached the point where I ran out of arguments because I simply couldn’t find other words or analogies to make the glaringly obvious more obvious. I gave up when a supposed argument against the online system is that there are 14 steps in my instructions for creating labels, but only 1 on the Access system. Incidentally, the first three steps of 14 are “Open your browser,” “Go to your website” and “Log on.” So this “counterargument” was beyond a cheap shot; I was actually set up because I was TOLD to write detailed instructions, and I typically and stupidly fell for it.

Fool me once……

I’ll let you in on a secret, though: if you want to get on my bad side, state repeatedly that you’re not against change and that you’re already doing a fantastic job, but in fact, in deeds, do exactly the opposite. If you do that, I’ll do something similar: I’ll say that everything’s all right, but I’ll think that you’re the biggest obstructionist fucktard and I’ll look forward to the day when I’ll be able to rub your nose in your own shitty incompetence when practice reveals that I was right all along. The price of getting on my bad side, which takes A LOT to get on, is that I’m ruthless at mowing down obstructionist fucktards when it becomes obvious to everyone else that’s all you are. While I hate stupidity, there’s something I hate even more — more than words can say — and that’s smug incompetence and destructive territoriality resulting from your fear of being called on it. If you go there, sleep with one eye open.

Anyway, I have a shitload of work to do this month, so my blogging might rebecome sporadic. Or it might not. I might need to escape from all the work once in a while.