In totally other news, I am trying to decide between two candidates, and it is killing me. One is internal, the safe choice, a pretty known quantity. I think the other might actually be better in the job, but not by a huge amount, and what if I'm wrong? The main person I need buy-in from prefers the internal person, and if I hire the external, the internal candidate will work closely with them, so I'll feel extra bad if I do that and it's the wrong call.
I guess I'm going internal, but I can't get rid of this nagging doubt!!
Yeah, it sounds like internal is the better choice without knowing any more. For me there would have to be a significant advantage to the external choice to go that direction.
My gut is usually better than this! I think I was surprised at how well the external person did, which is what is making me second-guess.
I understand. It is generally very easy for me to make decisions so when it isn't it throws me.
I also have other anxiety right now about other things, so that also isn't helping. Am I worried about this hire, or the strangers who are about to come stay in my house? WHO CAN TELL???
Wow, people are terrible.
True, Dana. Hence my determination to surround myself with the not terrible ones.
Hil, that is awful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything the wonderful buffistas had to put up with from people.
Sitter just canceled for this afternoon. I was feeling awful yesterday, but luckily I feel better today.
Thanks, everyone. Those yearbook pages that are all over the news seem to have triggered me on this.
Poor Renate. But thinking about her has made me able to put into words something that I couldn't quite put into words before. I was told, "Ignore them, and they'll stop. They're only doing it to get your attention." And I ignored them, and they didn't stop. So I figured I was just bad at ignoring them -- that I couldn't control my face and body movements well enough so that they would think I actually didn't notice them, rather than a pointed "I'm ignoring you, but the fact of my ignoring means that I've noticed." And I know (and I've known for years) that that wasn't it, but that yearbook made me see a way to put it -- they weren't trying to get Renate's attention. They weren't saying anything to her at all. As far as she knew, they were her friends. They were doing it for their own amusement, because to them, she wasn't really a person.
I found Buffistas my freshman year of college. This community helped me, a lot.
