I’ve been thinking a bit about perception v reality lately.
Recently at work I’ve had people tell me that I am scary! It threw me at first. I really never thought of myself as being intimidating enough to provoke fear into grown men!
Me? Scary? Surely not. I’m a pussy cat.
But when I think about it, I think I can be scary at times even though I would like to think of myself as someone who is approachable and nice.
My scariness comes from my low b***shit tolerance.
Since becoming a Mum, I’ve noticed that I have no patience for time wasters and people that generally make my life trickier than it needs to be. So I may be a bit forceful and direct. Sorry.
Believe me, underneath that so-called scary person is someone who wants to do her very best at work and to produce good outcomes for everyone.
So, if I am a bit direct and sound as though I am picking away at your ideas, it may be because I know I have to race out of the office in five minutes to pick up my little boy from day care and I don’t want to be late because I’ve missed him all day and can’t wait to get home and be with the rest of my family. Working Mum guilt – same old story.
Or, more than likely, I am struggling with an enormous workload; operating under my normal haze of exhaustion, and your incompetence is simply making my job harder than ever!
See? Not so scary after all, right?