but I have this ridiculously overinflated sense of justice (well, justice for *me*) and that, no, REALLY, I swear to God I'm right and you just need to listen to meeeeeeee and then you'll realize!

You're ... Pete? Huh.

Tho' I do the same damn thing at times, too. But usually not in a work setting, because arguing with a boss? Bad idea.

You're ... Pete? Huh.

I have been known to loom.

I have been known to loom.

How are you at instantly recognizing the tone of voice that means HOLY SHIT THERE'S A SPIDER COME IN AND SAVE ME?

I said "when I say something that you believe is incorrect and you continue to contradict me? That's arguing with me."

This is a conversation I have with Ellie often. She's 4.

How are you at instantly recognizing the tone of voice that means HOLY SHIT THERE'S A SPIDER COME IN AND SAVE ME?

I'm very good at recognizing it, since I often use it myself.

"I'm the boss. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right."

This. Also, replace parent for boss there. My usual declaration when I am pushed too hard is reminding the employee or child that this is not a democracy. It is a dictatorship and I am the dictator. Deal or find another country.

One of the things I always liked about my dad was that he would take the time to listen. He would say "okay, I see your point" or "I can see why you would think that" but it was often followed by "but I'm the dad, so we do it my way." and I was okay with that, as long as my opinion was recognized.

Everything was fine for a few days until this morning. I waited for her at my office, to help me carry some items over to the event. I finally leave 20 minutes after she's supposed to get there, get to the venue, and she's sitting there, placidly reading her classwork. I said "what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet me at my office" She said "you told me to meet you here". I said "no, you were to meet me at the office" I was livid. I took care of a few things, then called her aside. I told her how unhappy I was, that even if she thought I'd told her to meet at here, why didn't she call when I didn't arrive, etc. She said "you told me to meet you here" I replied "no, I did not and the arguing with me stops NOW." She said "I'm not arguing with you" I said "when I say something that you believe is incorrect and you continue to contradict me? That's arguing with me." She then said "I disagree. You told me to meet you here. Next time I'll write it down so I can show you."

That, in regarding to what Steph and Nora just said: there's a line between being a Bitch and an idiot. I'm quite sure b.org ladies (and gents) aren't crossing said line very often.

ION, got back from my "not very often in Israel" advisor. According to what he emailed me, I won't very likely to have a job next year. That's because I'll be drowning in classes (and I'm not giving up the internship, dammit) ALL OVER AGAIN (if I'll get said classes in my schedule to begin with. I fear to see in 8 hours what the geniuses of the faculties have done to my carefully "choices" (as in, my only choice in most cases was "yay! I can take this mandatory class, it actually applies into my iron-casted schedule!". Seriously, I have no idea about what "preference system" they speak of).

Good thing my parents said it'll be OK and they'll be able to support me.

One of the things I always liked about my dad was that he would take the time to listen. He would say "okay, I see your point" or "I can see why you would think that" but it was often followed by "but I'm the dad, so we do it my way." and I was okay with that, as long as my opinion was recognized.

I wish I could have been as cool as you and your dad, Vortex. But since I felt that my opinion was recognized (and if not, I'd find a way to make my opinion to be recognized), I'm at a point where it's more important to me that my opinion will matter than it'll be recognized. Maybe because I'm feeling I'm compromising enough as is on a daily basis. I don't know.

It's about respect. As a manager, I welcome differing opinions, and often ask my reports if there's a better way (that they know of) that we can do things. I am eager for input, and open to their ideas. But they understand that there is a time and context for their ideas, and they need to be presented respectfully and not as a knee-jerk reaction.

The minute a report gets an attitude with me? They get pulled into a private meeting. And it doesn't happen more than once. They need to be respectful not only towards me, but to their colleagues.