Had to put the power shoes on today. Dealing with psycho-prof. Not to bore you with a long, uninteresting story (yeah, I know, when has that stopped me before?) but this formally nice professor I had no problems with is now completely all over my case about every little thing.
He’s not very tall, so one of the things I always do is wear heels when I have to stand up for myself. Makes him have to look up to me. I had about a thousand and one scenarios running through my head and I was definitely going to be giving him the “you don’t know me” head roll if he so much as gave me a lick of trouble.
I mean you just don’t call a person, start yelling, yell some more then hang up. It’s just freakin’ rude.
Well, this afternoon I get to the meeting room before him. Everything is set up. Everything is smooth. I make sure before the confrontation that there are no distractions. Then I got introduced to a little thing called the high road; called grace. He came strolling in and I just saw a tired old guy with a bad case of middle aged crazy. I smiled, waved and said hello; took care of everything that needed taken care of and went on my way.
I think whenever you let someone get you upset to the point where you sink to their level, you let them know that they have succeeded in making you think somehow less than yourself. Don’t waste your time trying to reason with the unreasonable. Let it roll off your back and move forward. They’ll just find something else to pick on next, but because they didn’t get a rise out of you they’re likely to pick on a different target.