I hate Fridays, it’s where most politicking happens.
My supervising MD called, strangely, his opening was “hey Gen, I have a good news…” f… my heart raced and my head was in highway 101 thinking —he’s giving me a raise???
On a regular day, he would call me and right away bombard me with “why are you not returning my calls?!?… not even a mention of my name, yes, that’s how blunt he can be. So with that call from Friday, I was thinking ahead of my head or anyone’s head for that disconcerting “good news”.
Nah! No raise at all.
Ms. I feel pretty got her new kidney! Hmmm, that was some good news. She was indeed on top of the list! The MD knows how I would drag my already worn-out feet to see her and listen to her thoughtless concern for others.
Wishful thinking no more! Her positive thinking paid-off.
Not for me, though… I was hit real hard to the bone, last week. My positive thinking did not pave the way for my sought after position.
Darn! It sucks!
So I went back to my negative way of dealing with expectations… not getting bold, bare or NAKED… this way, I won’t feel off when mother nature punch me in my gut.
Save thy heart, expect less.