Saturday, May 25, 2013

The Minister

So, really he's just misunderstood - and misunderstands. Which is not to say I understand him anymore than anyone else. Because working with him is still frustrating and I really don't understand him, plus I'm certain he doesn't understand me.
But I'm glad to know now that he's not just a big jerk.
And I'm relieved to discover he treats me respectfully. Called me ma'am at least eight times a conversation, bowing his head every time and eagerly did as I instructed (or at least tried to......). And didn't try to usurp my authority, which was good - fighting for authority is... messy and senseless.

So, it's not just him. It's me too. 
We'll both need to learn how to better communicate. And I need to remember to see how uncomfortable he is, then connect it to my discomfort so I can empathize and treat him, in turn, compassionately and respectfully.

Hopefully he begins to fit there better, because not fitting sucks, and the disconnection right now is very difficult to work with.

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