Picture It: It’s Friday night. I sit down at a school play with my daughter and her friend. I check my email and find an email thread which has been going on for a week where a “professional” has been badmouthing me.
I mentally set this aside and enjoy the evening. Back home after the play, I have more work to do. But first, I have to address this email. I think I did pretty good. And I reflect for a minute, as I do sometimes, how this job has shaped me.
I started in real estate when the market was going down. I’ve been accused of all sorts of things and been called all sorts of names. I probably would have quit, except I had four reasons to keep going. My reasons were smaller then, they’ve grown quite a bit over the years. I had to learn, rather quickly, to have much tougher skin.
Then I had to learn to cut down on my snarky remarks. I have spent many a day typing and deleting. Tonight’s response didn’t have near as much editing necessary. It helps in this case that the other person is throwing such an irrational fit . . it makes it easier to just disprove accusations while smirking inwardly as this person shoots themselves in the foot.
Tonight I am thankful for the skills learned over the years to be better at handling at character and ethical accusations just because someone else doesn’t like a number on a page. In the absence of facts, people always seem to go personal. But I have facts, so calling me names and stomping their foot doesn’t win here. And I’ll be able to sleep just fine tonight with all this!