I Feel Good About Myself
I don’t know what force, being, or entity landed me in the field of human resources, but I’m awful thankful that it did. I used to think it was basically this superfluous department full of smiling idiots. And in many cases, it is. But where I work, we’re a necessary, instrumental, and *progressive* differentiation from that norm.
And while HR had nothing to do with what I majored in, it did provide me a model for something I was lacking in: congeniality and compromising skills. If you’re nice to people, you’ll get what you want 80-90% of the time. In contentious situations, validating the other party’s perspective then quickly slipping in your side of the story works as a great tactic toward reaching a personally beneficially resolution.
It’s not sneaky. It’s the science of human interaction. Baboons yell at each other. People shouldn’t.
Case in my point, the deposit refund on my former residence. While my former roommate and I got along well enough, he does have a short fuse. So when I finally emailed him today about my portion of the refund, after hearing back from him twice about the suffrage he endured with cleaning on move-out day (I’d already moved out), I gingerly articulated the fact that our legal troubles with the landlord were basically his fault. And had those troubles not happened during the absolute busiest time of the year for me at work, perhaps I could’ve had more energy at the end of the day to do some pre-cleaning before our lease expired (not that he ever did…).
Let’s see if my bullshit theorizing above produces some results, hm? ‘Cause mama needs a new passport, bendejo.
