Right now I am sitting at work writing myself an email to my work blog. Good-ness and serenity now are the only words that come to mind.
I am receiving advice from someone that is low on emotional intelligence about an emotional intelligence matter. What on earth? This person is my age and yet treats me like I am half the age. Interesting. That, my friends, is just a tiny piece of proof of the lack of emotional intelligence I deal with each day.
We have been in a shared space for months now. The person that changes our garbage has obvious issues stemming from what we know realize was a blow to his head a few years ago. So, at times he makes certain things overly important and engages in conversations long after the other party has lost interest. The garbage person does not catch these signs of dis-interest and continues to talk. This is blatantly obvious to all in the room. Still, I choose to engage in conversations with him every couple of days just as a courtesy and it is good for my patience. After all, how would I want people to treat me if I had been hit in the head?
Today, after engaging in one such conversation, I was told by Emotional Intelligence Lacking person that the garbage person was slow and I didn't need to engage in conversation with them. Wow! Ok, thanks Mom, but no thanks. I figured it was best to write this disturbance to my day down rather than lash back in an unprofessional manner.
To put it mildly – I HAVE NO TIME FOR PEOPLE THAT TALK TO ME LIKE THIS!
Ok, I'm good now. Release of emotion is always good. (-: