After much deliberation, I decided to take the bait offered by JPT once more. Thus, the title of the post. I assure you it will be the last time, my patient readers. I know I’ve said this isn’t typically a forum for conversation and I actually mean it, but every now and then you gotta break the rules. So….
There are so many ways to respond, the mind reels. JPT has left two additional comments. I’m not going to post them. I’m sure she will have her suspicions/assessments as to why, but here’s the thing. It means nothing to me. The problem with a blog is a large percentage of the time you, the reader, can’t hear the tone of the written word. Unless you know me personally, as some of you do, you don’t hear the inflections and the sarcasm. Believe me, it’s there. I have been told on more than once occasion, “I can totally hear you saying XYZ.”
I am sarcastic. I am a smartass. I also do indeed have an attitude. I make no apologies for any of it. At no time in my “Sgt” post did I say I was pissed at the lady. I was certainly making fun of her and she is indeed a doofus. I can see, after re-reading the post, how the tone can certainly be misconstrued, but it is what it is. And by the by, calling that Sgt. a ‘tree-hugger’ is totally a joke. I have nothing but respect for the man and learned more from him during my time in Patrol than any other supervisor.
Am I arrogant? Am I a whiner? Sometimes to both. But check it out, I’m also human. I know I have foibles and shortcomings. The nice thing about that is so long as I’m aware of them, I can adjust my approach to a given situation and work to my strengths. It must be nice for JPT to be a perfect person. What’s it like in that Ivory Tower? Can you see for miles and miles? And not being affected by the things you must see every day being a ER nurse? Well, wow. You must be a rock. Congratulations to you. I was, however, sorry to hear you didn’t fully pursue your obvious gift for passive/aggressive pop-psychology though, Dr. Phil(lys). Could have missed a real calling there. And I know you’re dying to do your Simon impression so allow me…”This is a load of self-indulgent crap.” I think we all feel better.
Now, I know I’m totally building JPT’s own personal drama bank, but the thing is, I don’t get to respond to people like this in my professional life. I have to be held to a “higher standard” and there’s a reason for it. I get it. I get it, but I don’t always like it. Thus, the blog. I get to say whatever I want here. And apparently, I am not the only one enjoying it. This was the first negative response I’ve gotten since I started. Bound to happen. For someone supposedly ‘just passing through’, she seems awfully wrapped up in me (and lest you think I’m being arrogant here, I don’t mean ‘me’ me, but rather the blog and my attitude). Sending three responses directed at me (and here I do mean me ‘me’) in which I am repeatedly psychoanalyzed sounds to me like JPT has issues of her own. Having taken only basic psych many moons ago, I won’t attempt an analysis.
The bottom line is it doesn’t matter what I say in response to someone like JPT. I won’t change her opinion. Part of the reason I indulged this silliness to begin with was to illustrate that there are indeed folks like this out there and I deal with their varying degrees of attitude, passive/aggressive behavior, and downright dislike of me based on much less than anything I’ve posted at any point in my blog.
I apologize to the rest of you for having to partake in this ridiculous exercise. I know a number of you don’t think I should have bothered to respond to it and I appreciate your concerns and opinions. But again, it only goes to further illustrate the variety of folks that are my clientele. The great thing about this is I get the last word. So without further ado….back to the fun…
Here it is…
The. Last. Word.