The Doom of Miscommunication
Here I am again. I am back after a short while of dormancy. I have been busy and maintaining my blog seems eternity. Now I have the chance to do so, and I would make use of it.
Lately, I have been working full-handedly to meet expectations and deadlines. I was scraped to the bones until there was nothing more left of my already-minimal energy. I became exhausted and a regular headache became my late afternoon company. With these physical signs mingled another sign — I became irritable and it seems I am against the world.
But I didn’t find for the answer of this dilemma, it presented itself to me by the form of a well-respected correspondent of mine. She talked to me, which did happen even once before. I was surprised and this surprise was tinted by a sprinkle of irritation. There is a time that you wanted to talk to a person but that person didn’t arrive and why is it when eventually that person arrived in an unexpected moment, you wanted to avoid that person. I don’t know…
Luckily, a good outcome has surfaced from this conversation despite my irritation. I was enlightened and came to a realization that I was misinformed all along. All my hastiness to finish the job due to deadlines came to naught and a big LAUGH. It was my fault all along for not asking clear instructions. Of course both parties have mistakes and I am open to admit it…
Thanks to the power of technology, anyway…
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