Why Do Some Professionals Need So Much Moral Support?

It was 3pm on a beautiful fall Friday, 75 degrees, no wind. The leaves were changing color. All was calm and right with the world. I had had a very productive week; I had increased my sales for the month by over 25% in four days. I took it upon myself to pat my own back, because I do not receive any “job well done pats” at the office.

I was lining up my first shot off the tee box. I felt good, calm, fluid. This was going to be a great game. I reach the top of my back swing, my phone rings. I ignore it, it rings again, I answer.

It was the GM, “Huff, I need you to help me, send the new, hold on, the phone is ringing, rate card to the other office right now, hack hack. I am swamped. I have so much to do (she rattled off a long list of things I did not listen to because they were not important). I am here all by wheeze hack sniff, myself.” (If you think her dialogue is hard to read, imagine listening to her.)

“The rates have not changed, just the layout of the card. Have the other office use the old rate card for the rest of the day.”

“They hack need it now, hack, cough.”

“OK.”

When I call the other office, and tell them to download it from the website, they were shocked to hear from me. They needed the rate card “at some point”, not this afternoon.

This had happened earlier in the week to, major interruptions for minor “problems.” I dared to be out on sales calls while The GM just wanted someone there. There was nothing I could help her with at the office. She just wanted me there, for moral support.

I tee back up. My zen is gone. I will not share my score.