Here’s what you need to know.
- When I say something I write is “FOR” someone, it does not mean it’s about them. It generally denotes that I’ve got a story or two about them in whatever it is I’m writing and I want them to take note, look back, and maybe have a laugh.
- My husband is a righteous dude. Not in the ways that Noah was considered righteous in the Bible. More like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction righteous. Or maybe Ferris Bueller. Either/or he’s solid.
I can’t stand it when someone who doesn’t know shit from shinola decides to get all up in my face about something they know nothing about. When this happens, I always do one thing in particular and then I decide which course of action I’m going to take.
First, I think about “Am I right?” or “Did I do that?” depending on the situation. Once I determine if I am, in fact, right I move on to “do I address it?” The answer isn’t always black and white. Addressing it means I know what it’ll take to make it better or fix the situation and sometimes there is nothing that will do either, so why bother? But when I do address it, you know it’ll be magical.
Scenario #1 is work related.
I asked someone to complete a task and copied their superior on the email because this is the third time I asked for this particular thing to be completed.
In response, this person laid into me about how “It says in the email that I have 30 days to complete it. You should be clearer about your expectations.”
Now this sits wrong with me for a variety of reasons, but I must go through them in my head to make sure I can 100% support why this person is ridiculous. Then, I look through emails to find dates and exact phrasing.
A situation like this always calls for diplomacy because this is my job here and I am known for 2 things – getting my shit done in an amazing way and somehow remaining likeable by people who try to hinder me. Plus, I’m a professional, damn it.
I gathered all my documentation in one place and began my email response. In it, I pointed out 2 important things:
- The original email lists the due date as today. It clearly says submissions close at 12:01 AM on the date listed.
- I sent an email 1 week ago clearly stating, “I need this earlier than normal due to an exceptional circumstance.”
To add the exclamation point at the end of my email, I not only attached the original email from 10/13 but the one I sent about needing it earlier on 10/19. It was not enough for me to attach them. I highlighted the portion in the original that said “COMPLETE BEFORE” then bolded the date. I also highlighted, underlined, and bolded the portions in the second email about why I was asking for it earlier than usual. Both are dick moves, but fuck, I’m not wrong and I was exceptionally clear. For extra emphasis, I added in the email that I send out every 8 weeks reminding people when things like this are due. You bet I highlighted the part that said, “within 14 days”.
I could have been a complete douche and copied their supervisor on this, but nope. Not today. I’m not interested in destroying this person. I’m simply trying to let them know not to doubt what I’m saying or portray me as being unclear in previous communications.
And what do you know? That task was completed within 20 minutes of my reply with no other response. BOOM. Winner!
Scenario 2:
(Sorry honey). I once told my husband he and the boy were on their own for lunch the next day, but that I’d be home in plenty of time to make dinner. Later that evening, he starts talking about what they decided to do for dinner. I said, “Oh, you don’t want me to cook?” He said, “You said we were on our own.” “For lunch, but that’s fine if I don’t need to cook. You still need to figure out lunch though.”
Now it’s in this moment where I know for a fact what I said. Better yet, I didn’t say it, I sent it as an instant message. I wasn’t going to address it any further because it doesn’t really matter and isn’t important at all. But then he uttered, “You should probably check your message. You told me dinner.”
OH NO HE DIDN’T.
NOW I have to preface the remainder of this with about half of the time in these situations, he is 100% right. The other half, he’s just not. I will eat crow when I’m unsure and check and see that he is, in fact, right. He has a far superior memory than I do. Plus, I often mean to say one thing and wind up saying something different while multitasking. I’m not good at those things. So, if I’m in doubt but feel strongly about it, I’ll check what I can/can’t prove. When I’m completely wrong, I’m very comfortable saying, “Oh. You’re right. Sorry.” And yes, that happens quite often.
But this time. This time I just KNEW I was right. And when he threw out “you should probably check your message”, he may as well have thrown down the gauntlet. I was more than willing to pick that bitch up. See, it didn’t really matter to me that they were going to do their own thing for dinner. It meant that I could stay out with my friend a bit longer and not worry about dinner and THAT my friends, is an awesome thing.
I let it pass for the moment and went inside. I sat on the couch and opened up my messaging app. I took a screen shot of the original message and texted it to him. I heard his response from outside through the closed door – “SHIT”.
Honestly, we had a good laugh about it. He gets me. I’m so thankful he does.
Scenario 3:
My first ex husband from Virginia once insisted beyond a shadow of a doubt that Robert E Lee Day was the same day as Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It was in the state of Virginia at the time. They called it “Lee/King Day”. BUT he went further to INSIST that it was a federal holiday. Oh, dear God, I can’t make that up. I did my best to inform him that there is no way in hell that the Government of the United States of America would have a federal holiday honoring a loser from our Civil War. And if they did, they certainly wouldn’t put it on the same day earmarked to honor a civil rights leader.
On a later date, he was trying to give me directions to a building (this was pre-GPS because I’m old), and I asked him, “Will it be on my left or my right?” You see, when I’m driving somewhere unfamiliar, I need to know every little thing well ahead of time, so I’m not caught off guard in the wrong lane at the wrong time. I panic. He said to me, “Well, it’s an even number on North 6th Street, which means it will be on the East side of the street. If you were on South 6th street, it would be on the West side.” He said it with such confidence and bravado. But it was clear to me that he had no idea how address numbers actually work. So I said, “No. All even numbers will always be on one side of the street and odd numbers on the left. I don’t know where I’m going and therefore I won’t know the compass directions of where I’m heading, so I just want to know if I’ll be turning right or left into the parking lot.” That should be easy to answer, right?
He stared at me for a moment, so confused and he said, “You’ll be on North 6th Street, so you’ll be headed north.” To which I responded “Not necessarily. The street is ALWAYS ‘North 6th Street’ no matter which way you’re heading. It’s not different just because you’re going a different direction.”
Yet, he insisted that he lived there his whole life and while that may be how things work “where you’re from”, that’s not how they work in Virginia. I had some very bad news for him that evening as I explained how street names and addresses worked with the help of my favorite website, letmegooglethatforyou.com. Poor dude.
Scenario 4 – The one where I was wrong
Yes, I’ve been wrong before, but here’s the thing. When I know for a fact that I did/didn’t do or say something, rest assured I have proof. If I don’t, I’m not really going to press it. So, when I DO pursue it, I’m almost always in the right. It’s a matter of picking your battles. I don’t pick ones I am not sure about winning. Sometimes though, I’m sure I can win and I decide it’s just not worth the battle. You should know that only participating in battles that I KNOW I can win does not mean that I am always right. I make mistakes. A LOT of them. I apologize and move on. That’s how life works. But there was this time where I was so very sure of myself and the hubs was very sure of himself and, well I chose to hammer it out and walked away with egg on my face.
I know, I know, you’re waiting for the story. I’m going to be completely honest with you here – I don’t actually remember it. Not because it wasn’t important or because I have difficulty admitting my error. I KNOW I was wrong. I know I had to apologize for many, many moons. But I honestly can’t remember it.
The real reason I can’t is because he’s so righteous that once it’s settled, he doesn’t bring it up again. It became one of those “lesson learned” moments and I’m pretty sure that’s one mistake I haven’t made again, whatever it was, because there’s been no further discussion of it. It most likely had something to do with telling him something was happening on a specific day or time and being completely wrong. Or perhaps it was he told me something and I swore up and down that he didn’t, when he actually did. This is why everything goes into a calendar now. And it’s why I prefer to text important tidbits. Whatever it was made me feel terrible and I now purposely use the calendar for even the smallest things (ask me when the next Packers game is and what network it’s on. It’s on the calendar!) If he tells me something like “I’m going to be late because I’ve got to free a cat from a tree”, I keep the text. If he tells me it vocally, I usually confirm it via test or instant message, just so I know and he knows that I know.
All kidding aside, I’m sure there have been lots of times I was wrong. I’m sure he could tell you about them if you asked. But I always try to apologize and correct myself moving forward because let’s face it – no one likes to be wrong.
I know I pronounce a lot of uncommon words incorrectly or use them inappropriately. He does point those out to me, not to be a dick, but to make sure I’m not making the same mistakes that may make me look foolish one day. Plus, it’s kind of our thing to correct each other’s verbal missteps. We laugh about it and I’m totally ok with that. He still tells me things like “sleep good”, just because it’s funny at this point. I just can’t bring myself to tell him “ride safe” and when I hear someone else say it, I always add “ly” under my breath. I hope to say it, out loud, one day and NOT correct myself, just to see the reaction he’d have.
And just like that, this concludes my missive.