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Bitch, Slytherin style
May. 3rd, 2013 12:31 pmGerald thought it would be a good idea to try and piss on me -- or at least that's what I suppose he thought -- and that, in order to achieve maximum piss efficiency, a talk with the Ambassador and me was the thing to do.
Well it wasn't.
Not for him, that is.
While I certainly don't like the Ambassador, I think I've got a more or less exact idea of his likes and dislikes. He wants things to run smoothly, he isn't really interested in any member of his staff, and he wants to look good. And, most importantly, he's terribly old-fashioned, i.e. he strongly supports the idea of a strictly hierarchic system (to be fair, I don't object to it, either, but only if "superior" also means "responsible" and "taking the blame if necessary").
Hence, Gerald trying to blatch me for enforcing the (previously discussed) rules didn't go as well as he'd obviously imagined.
The attempt to make me look bad because I limit oral communication to the necessary minimum and prefer to communicate by email went awry as well, because -- surprise, surprise! -- that's exactly what the Ambassador does (as Gerald well knows).
Reproaching me for not being "nice" didn't have much success either, since I pointed out that "nice" isn't a category applicable to professional communication but merely the cherry on the cake in case the working relationship is also an amicable one.
Complaining that I'm treating him like a schoolboy because, horror of horrors, he has to check out when he goes out for lunch wasn't terribly effective, either, because that's what both the Ambassador and I do.
Styling himself as the eternal victim of my vindictive mobbing went the way of the other accusations because, you know, if I really *did* mob him, he'd be sitting in a corner, crying and rocking back and forth. Not that I said so, but I pointed out the various privileges he's still enjoying, although he has no claim to them, and which I could've taken away if I wanted to. (God only knows how much I wanted to, but I don't want to think of myself as a vindictive bitch)
I feel a little bit bad, because it was so bloody easy. I'm also aware that, to him, I'm roughly the equivalent of what the Daughter of Satan was to me. But I wasn't the one requesting the meeting, and I wasn't the one making completely untenable accusations (like: I'm so afraid of you, because I know you'd blame me if there was money missing from the safe). As if I would ever do that. I didn't utter even one word of reproach when, due to an honest mistake he'd made, somebody lodged a disciplinary complaint against me, because, you know, "superior" equals "taking the blame".
So, all things considered, I think he got what he deserved, i.e. no stain on my reputation, and not much sympathy for his "plight" from the Ambassador.
Besides, it's so easy to use a bit of psychobabble and stick to Communication 101, isn't it? I mean, he's not stupid or anything, but he's a self-righteous arsehole with the maturity of a toddler; therefore, he charges right ahead with all the subtlety of a mating rhino, convinced that he's right and I'm wrong, and the Ambassador will see things exactly like he does. So of course I'm looking better if I listen to him without interrupting, then say "well I'm sorry if you feel that way, and while I respect your feelings and perception of things, I can only assure you that that wasn't my intention", and finally play the winner of "I think that after so much negative criticism it would be a good idea if you told me what you *want*, because I'd certainly like to make things better".
So, yes, bitch.
But I refuse to give way to emotional blackmail and tantrums, especially by a man.
And that's that.
Well it wasn't.
Not for him, that is.
While I certainly don't like the Ambassador, I think I've got a more or less exact idea of his likes and dislikes. He wants things to run smoothly, he isn't really interested in any member of his staff, and he wants to look good. And, most importantly, he's terribly old-fashioned, i.e. he strongly supports the idea of a strictly hierarchic system (to be fair, I don't object to it, either, but only if "superior" also means "responsible" and "taking the blame if necessary").
Hence, Gerald trying to blatch me for enforcing the (previously discussed) rules didn't go as well as he'd obviously imagined.
The attempt to make me look bad because I limit oral communication to the necessary minimum and prefer to communicate by email went awry as well, because -- surprise, surprise! -- that's exactly what the Ambassador does (as Gerald well knows).
Reproaching me for not being "nice" didn't have much success either, since I pointed out that "nice" isn't a category applicable to professional communication but merely the cherry on the cake in case the working relationship is also an amicable one.
Complaining that I'm treating him like a schoolboy because, horror of horrors, he has to check out when he goes out for lunch wasn't terribly effective, either, because that's what both the Ambassador and I do.
Styling himself as the eternal victim of my vindictive mobbing went the way of the other accusations because, you know, if I really *did* mob him, he'd be sitting in a corner, crying and rocking back and forth. Not that I said so, but I pointed out the various privileges he's still enjoying, although he has no claim to them, and which I could've taken away if I wanted to. (God only knows how much I wanted to, but I don't want to think of myself as a vindictive bitch)
I feel a little bit bad, because it was so bloody easy. I'm also aware that, to him, I'm roughly the equivalent of what the Daughter of Satan was to me. But I wasn't the one requesting the meeting, and I wasn't the one making completely untenable accusations (like: I'm so afraid of you, because I know you'd blame me if there was money missing from the safe). As if I would ever do that. I didn't utter even one word of reproach when, due to an honest mistake he'd made, somebody lodged a disciplinary complaint against me, because, you know, "superior" equals "taking the blame".
So, all things considered, I think he got what he deserved, i.e. no stain on my reputation, and not much sympathy for his "plight" from the Ambassador.
Besides, it's so easy to use a bit of psychobabble and stick to Communication 101, isn't it? I mean, he's not stupid or anything, but he's a self-righteous arsehole with the maturity of a toddler; therefore, he charges right ahead with all the subtlety of a mating rhino, convinced that he's right and I'm wrong, and the Ambassador will see things exactly like he does. So of course I'm looking better if I listen to him without interrupting, then say "well I'm sorry if you feel that way, and while I respect your feelings and perception of things, I can only assure you that that wasn't my intention", and finally play the winner of "I think that after so much negative criticism it would be a good idea if you told me what you *want*, because I'd certainly like to make things better".
So, yes, bitch.
But I refuse to give way to emotional blackmail and tantrums, especially by a man.
And that's that.
