Incommunicado
Why is it that communication is the biggest barrier in life? Be it communicating with a company in terms of placing an order, communicating with people at work to give/get necessary information in order to get my job done, or a partner in terms of what turns you on in bed. I am able to communicate in a ton of ways, verbally, non verbally, writing, etc. I have a hard time communicating with some people who are supposed to possess these same skills. I can't even image what it would be like not having all of these skills in my arsonal, much less if both me and the person I was trying to communicate didn't have these skills.
I'm having an extremely hard time at work communicating with the new guy who is supposed to be my boss. We definniately do not think on the same wavelength - and I can rarely guess which way he is thinking. So often we work at cross purposes making life more difficult for the both of us because we are not communicating well together. I guess I just need to get more creative in how I try to communicate. I think part of the problem is that he takes everything very literally and only at face value. So if I am not exact in what I say or am asking for; for example if I say I want a sandwich, and am taking about Subway at the same time, he would ask me where I was going to get a sandwich. He wouldn't get the fact that by sandwich I could also mean sub. I'm not sure if this is a language barrier or if it is just because he processes things very literally.
I'm also a big fan of analogies. It just ties everything in life closer together for me and make the world make sense. He doesn't think in analogies and can only point out why it's not a perfect analogy instead of getting the main point. I think it comes down to he is a very detail oriented personality without understanding the major concept - where I'm exactly the opposite. I don't really get or understand any of the details until I completely understand the concept.
On a completely unrelated note. I hate it when little shit sixteen year old kids ask me at a store "are you aware of the cost of this item." Yes, I am. I know it's expensive. Just shut up, ring me up, and let me get out of here. Just because you can't afford it on your 7/hour wage doesn't mean that I can't. It's not even that I looked supper scrubby either. I wonder if people often bring up more expensive items and crap their pants at the cash register - or maybe the little 17 year old would crap her pants if she had to buy something at that price. Whatever.
I wonder if the acid in coffee really destroys your stomach. Mine isn't feeling so hot this morning. But I can't really figure out if it's because of the milk or because of the coffee... Simba has issues.
I'm having an extremely hard time at work communicating with the new guy who is supposed to be my boss. We definniately do not think on the same wavelength - and I can rarely guess which way he is thinking. So often we work at cross purposes making life more difficult for the both of us because we are not communicating well together. I guess I just need to get more creative in how I try to communicate. I think part of the problem is that he takes everything very literally and only at face value. So if I am not exact in what I say or am asking for; for example if I say I want a sandwich, and am taking about Subway at the same time, he would ask me where I was going to get a sandwich. He wouldn't get the fact that by sandwich I could also mean sub. I'm not sure if this is a language barrier or if it is just because he processes things very literally.
I'm also a big fan of analogies. It just ties everything in life closer together for me and make the world make sense. He doesn't think in analogies and can only point out why it's not a perfect analogy instead of getting the main point. I think it comes down to he is a very detail oriented personality without understanding the major concept - where I'm exactly the opposite. I don't really get or understand any of the details until I completely understand the concept.
On a completely unrelated note. I hate it when little shit sixteen year old kids ask me at a store "are you aware of the cost of this item." Yes, I am. I know it's expensive. Just shut up, ring me up, and let me get out of here. Just because you can't afford it on your 7/hour wage doesn't mean that I can't. It's not even that I looked supper scrubby either. I wonder if people often bring up more expensive items and crap their pants at the cash register - or maybe the little 17 year old would crap her pants if she had to buy something at that price. Whatever.
I wonder if the acid in coffee really destroys your stomach. Mine isn't feeling so hot this morning. But I can't really figure out if it's because of the milk or because of the coffee... Simba has issues.
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