Goodbye vs Badbye

We’ve always been told that you only have one chance to make a good first impression.
I believe the same holds true for a lasting impression.

When you walk out of a room, through a door, down the street—it’s the last thing people hear, see, or feel about you that they will carry with them until they see you again…or don’t.

I work with a person who is terrible about saying goodbye.
No, not the teary-eyed, mushy, sentimental sense of goodbye.
The goodbye that lets you know they’ve left the building…that they’re not with you anymore for the rest of the day…that they’ll see you later, or tomorrow, or next week.

This co worker just leaves.
Disappears, vanishes; Poof!

I need to ask a question—too bad, gone.
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?

Don’t know—hard to get feedback from folks when they’re not around.

It’s important that we leave a lasting touch-back with people.
It lets them know that the day is finished, the talk is concluded, that activities have been wrapped, boxed, and stored on the shelf of “things done”, right next to “things you need to do tomorrow” with that person.

Leaving without saying adios is a little like ending a phone conversation without saying goodbye, to me. There are some who finish what they’re saying—or they’re’ finished listening to you—and they just hang up.
Click.
Gone.

Same thing with folks who leave without taking their leave.
I think it’s just rude.

Mein Crampf

I work in an office that is operated by a foreigner owner. That’s different from a foreign-owned company. This guy’s an American, but just barely.

He hires people with limited people skills because he, himself possesses limited people skills. In fact, the local facility manager is the modern day equivalent of Adolph Hitler. When I am away, he berates and harasses my employees and makes unreasonable demands of them over the pettiest of issues.

What really gets my goat is his insensitivity to the workplace environment. We come to work early—before-daybreak-early—and the first thing this moron does when he hits the door is turn on all the lights in the place.

There’s nothing more abrasive to the human eye than fluorescent lighting in the morning.

His irritating legacy precedes him each day.
He recently installed a security system that includes camera monitors (we think he may be a closet voyeur) and key-pad entry locks on the doors.

After tapping in two security codes just to get in the building, the first thing that greets us in the morning is the annoying screech of the security system’s squeal until a third security code can be tapped into its keypad.

I think this guy has the locks on the wrong side of the door.
Why would anyone want to break into here?

One-Eighties

I work for a certified nincompoop, so brilliant he cannot tie his own shoes. He also has the social skills of a orangutan, and the memory of a gnat. He continuously injects his opinion into every facet of the operation, and changes his mind hourly. He's just hell to work for.

Today he called a meeting and forgot what it was for.
Since he'd gathered all of us anyway, he proceeded to de-construct a project, and then dictate an alternative solution.

In anticipation of the changes imposed, I issued instructions for the alterations, so that when he concluded his way was best, it would be short work to finish.

An hour later, a complete reversal.

He threw a fit, questioned the very change he'd insisted upon making, and asked where that had come from.

Fifteen minutes later, he changed his mind again.

I've learned not to react the first time he reacts.
There's some justification for putting off today what he may change his mind about twice tomorrow.

Speeenatomy (Original Thesis)

The spleen is an organ located in the abdomen, where it functions in the destruction of old red blood cells. The spleen also retains a reservoir of blood.

It is part of the immune system, and its absence can result in a disposition to some infections. Until recently, the purpose of the spleen was not known.

The Spleeen, on the other hand, is my intentional satirical spelling of this organ for purposes of getting the Blog title I really wanted.

My spleeen is an organic alter-ego for that place in the human spirit where frustrations, social slights, inequities, and unexpressed anger dwell. This speeen functions in the destruction of old hatreds and malice. It also retains a reservoir of bile that collects daily from swallowed pride, words bitten in two before they're uttered in irritation, and assorted elements of angst.

If you recognize yourself in these postings, it's purely coincidental.
Or, it could be on purpose.
Better to read it here, than from between the stars orbiting your head after you've been conked on the cranium!