Tuesday, October 31, 2006
It takes all kind 
I scored a low in my career today when I was driven to near hysteria by a client who haunted me for half the day.
He had wanted me to help him with a spreadsheet that seemed simple on first reading but turned out to be a lot more complicated. Three hours later with not much progress, I sat there and stared at his question while my mind registered blank and the formulas and figures were like claws that dugged deep into my skin.
He had wanted me to help him with a spreadsheet that seemed simple on first reading but turned out to be a lot more complicated. Three hours later with not much progress, I sat there and stared at his question while my mind registered blank and the formulas and figures were like claws that dugged deep into my skin.
I tried all means to give him what he wanted but the scope of his request made it impossible for me to resolve it immediately. And as he sat there tapping his fingers and killing me softly with his words, "I beg you... please be quick!", "You do this so much better than me... What can I say... I am simply helpless...", it dawned on me that this man knew how to do what he was demanding of me and was manipulating me into doing his work.
Stuck between giving up (which would surely come up in my QC) and going on (which would surely drag on till God knows what time), my heroic colleague Z who had been trying to work out the issue with me walked over and asked if I was okay. And as the situation revealed itself in heightened stupidity and intense frustration, I found myself half explaining and half crying that I was being abused by this client.
I am convinced this client was sent by the devil to torment me and wring every pleasure and satisfaction out of my job.
Tomorrow will be better.
Stuck between giving up (which would surely come up in my QC) and going on (which would surely drag on till God knows what time), my heroic colleague Z who had been trying to work out the issue with me walked over and asked if I was okay. And as the situation revealed itself in heightened stupidity and intense frustration, I found myself half explaining and half crying that I was being abused by this client.
I am convinced this client was sent by the devil to torment me and wring every pleasure and satisfaction out of my job.
Tomorrow will be better.
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