Boys and girls, today’s lesson is the following (and I quote directly from the box):
“How to successfully deal with the whiners, grenades, tanks, snipers, indecisive ‘maybe’ people, unreliable ‘yes’ people, inscrutable ‘nothing’ people, know-it-alls, think-they-know-it-alls and more!”
Hot damn! FINALLY!
However, I think it should read, “How to use grenades, tanks and snipers to successfully eliminate whiners, know-it-alls…. etc.”
As a rule I kinda think whiners are the worst. If you simply need to vent, then that’s fine. That’s different. Because venting, when prefaced as such, is at least recognizing you are about to unleash irrelevant, tangential vomit. Asking first if you can “just vent for a sec” also affirms that you don’t expect any [quite stellar] life advice from yours truly. And I’m OK with this.
But if it’s more like a rousing chorus of “poorme poorme poorme poorme,” followed by a silence I’m expected to fill with a commiserating “pooryou pooryou pooryou pooryou,” I will tune out and dismiss your plight entirely. We all have better things to do with our time, like maybe working to remedy what pooryou’ed to begin with. Or listening to self-help box sets found in the pile of discarded freebies at work.