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![]() August 08, 2004
Communication
I've been spending alot of time over the last few days thinking about how I and others communicate what we are trying to say and is it effective. I'm far from being the best communicator in the world and with my sarcastic, weird sense of humor that I frequently bombard others with, many might say I'm a lousy communicator. It seems I often have to go back and clarify what my meaning was especially if I happen to make one of those flippant remarks. I have a lot of respect for those that come back and ask. My staff at work seems to run the full gamut of ways to communicate. I have the non-stop talkers (God help me) and then the one I hate the absolute most. The pouters. The clammer uppers. Yes the silent treatment is a very effective way to communicate. I currently have a nurse manager - one of my key players on the team who had something crawl up her ass and apparently die and there is no way in hell she's sharing what it is. This may be a good thing but we are getting the silent treatment. I hate that. There is nothing worse than having to sit an adult down and say "Ok, what's the matter? You are unhappy, spit it out." I've had to do this with this person a couple of times over the past 3 years. I've decided I'm not doing this anymore. She's withholding information that is needed to make the facility run smoothly because of her pout. She's headed for the highway and she can go pout in greener pastures. I have the least respect for this kind of "communicator". One of the reasons I ended a twenty year marriage was because I was married to a pouter. Someone who would not talk for days on end. Life is too short, there really is no time for bullshit. Why do people have so much trouble being adults? If you have something to say - good or bad, spit it out damn it! Comments
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