I had a horrible day at work a couple of days ago. Here’s a previous post that somewhat mirrors that incident.
First published at FHM Philippines, May 14, 2009 | 01:45PM
A few days ago was one of the most frustrating days of my life. I actually had second thoughts about writing this blog because I did not want to bitch about my work. But I thought that I just had to make an exception about this one.
We have this important client who is notoriously hard to find. As far as I know, he’s not hiding and the word is that he is a really busy person. It is always difficult to get stuff done in a timely fashion with this man unless you’re living in his timeline, which I’m not. We’ll call him Mr. Toxic. Mr. Toxic wanted to meet with me to discuss what he described as a very important matter. It sounded easy but it was actually more complicated – his office is a two-hour drive from the city (barring traffic and the like). I had no choice but to agree with the schedule. Since the meeting will be about technical issues, I asked my sales engineer to join me in the meeting.
My sales engineer, Ms. Absent-Minded, and I had to get up earlier than usual to be on time for the meeting. The drive was grueling. Traffic was so bad because of a couple of stalled trucks we encountered on the way. After driving for over three hours, we finally arrived at Mr. Toxic’s office. To my dismay, the secretary told us that Mr. Toxic had to attend an emergency meeting. I literally felt my blood boil.
Now what was wrong with that picture? One, I have this rule in the office that my meetings have to be confirmed by my staff before I leave in case the other party unexpectedly becomes unavailable on that day. Ms. Absent-Minded failed to do this. Two, Mr. Toxic should have had the decency to inform me about his “emergency meeting.” Three, what the hell is an “emergency meeting?” Last time I checked, Mr. Toxic was not a doctor.
I wanted to go wild and crazy but that was certainly not the right thing to do. With maximum effort, I had to bite my tongue and suck everything in. I grudgingly went back to my car and drove back to my office. Driving back was even more dreadful because traffic was worse in the afternoon. I got back to the office close to 5 pm. Obviously, there was not much I could do towards the end of normal business hours. It was an unproductive day – such a waste of time.
When I met up with my partner later that day, I was still in a bad mood. My temper was so short that I lashed out at him and we had a fight over such a minor issue about food. I guess all the pent-up anger and frustration towards my client and staff were selfishly released at my partner’s expense. Hence, that time was not just a day of unproductiveness but also a day of heartache.
Of course, there are good days and there are bad days. Right now, everything’s OK. However, looking back at that day got me thinking. What’s more difficult to manage, a career or a relationship? Do you find one easier than the other? I actually wanted to post this episode and open it up for discussion.
I’m curious to know about your experiences first before I fill you in on my point of view about this argument. I’m looking forward to reading your insights.