Subtlety is not one of my strong suits. I’m working on it though. I’m discovering that subtlety is a trait that is admired in the corporate world. I suppose that is something I should have discovered about twenty years ago. Oh well, I may be a slow learner but I do learn.
I’m not a person without filters. I don’t believe in brutal honesty because anything with the word “brutal” is just mean. For example, if you ask me if I think your butt has gotten bigger, I’ll probably look at you sideways and then ask you, “bigger than what?” Which is better than what I did a few years ago to a co-worker. I saw her at the elevator one day and I said, “Seriously, if you need to keep pulling that skirt down, maybe you need a bigger size.” Not cool. She hasn’t spoken to me since.
I have always operated under the impression that people want to hear the truth. I have also believed the misconception that adults can handle the truth. How foolish am I? Anyway, because of my impatience I find it difficult to formulate a politically correct way of saying something. So my options are either give it to you straight or keep my mouth shut. Lately, I’ve been keeping my mouth shut. But there are problems with that tactic as well. No response can give the impression of ambivalence or uncaring. Or worse yet, being uninformed. That’s a death sentence in corporate America. Conversely, giving it to you straight has me branded as the stereotypical “angry Black woman”.
Why can’t I just do my job? Seriously, all I want to do is the job that I am being paid to do. I’m too old for all the office politics. Not too old, really … I honestly just don’t care. I just want to do my job.