If I had a thought-hammer…

If I’d been successful with the last job I applied for, today would have been my start date. Instead, I’m burdened with handling the fears of a flappy, flustered senior manager who’s just not getting my point. If I’d got that job, today would have been a breeze, gliding around the new office, trying to remember new people’s names and faces, and being shown where the fire exits were. Instead, I’ve seriously been considering running for the fire exits here. What is it about bad news that inspires such disbelief? I’ve had to explain the same thing again and again and again. I wish I had a thought-hammer, with which I could drive in difficult concepts. It would have had a lot of use over the last few days.