I Don’t Get Them

Nothing will ever help me better to understand people. I don’t get them. Their way of thinking is strange.

Next week is the first week of class. This is a crazy time for department chairs. It’s almost as bad as the last week of class. There is a ton of work. There’s one crisis after another.

Suddenly, people hear a rumor that there might be a reallocation of secretaries. The department chairs decide to have a two-hour meeting on Tuesday to discuss our proposal to the administration regarding this.

By absolute accident, I happen to know that the reallocation already happened. Paperwork was signed. Contracts were redrawn. It’s a done deal.

Like the eternal innocent that I am, I tell the other chairs about this. A meeting will be a waste of time, I tell them. Unfortunately, it’s too late. It was all decided while we were off campus for the holidays. We can save ourselves the trouble of taking out time on an unusually busy day. We can concentrate on our many daily tasks instead.

Of course, as anybody with a bit less going on in the naiveté department could predict, exactly zero people agree with me. No, we should still have a meeting, they argue.

But why? For what purpose? The secretaries are gone anyways. Reallocated. Removed.

Because, the other chairs respond, it’s going to be a good experience to come together in solidarity and mutual care even if nothing practical comes out of it.

Everybody looks at me like I’m weird for not understanding this. There’s a collective agreement that coming together in solidarity and mutual care for a 2-hour unnecessary meeting is a great idea. These are people who are perpetually overworked to the point of public crying jags versus the very well-rested me who spends part of each working day reading, snoozing, or doing German exercises in the department lounge.

Definitely, somebody is weird in this situation.

8 thoughts on “I Don’t Get Them

  1. “people who are perpetually overworked to the point of public crying jags”

    Perhaps that’s the answer? They’re poor at time management and that means a meeting, where nothing is required of them, is a break?

    -ethyl (don’t trust my theory on this: it’s just as mystifying to me)

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      1. Seems plausible.

        People at church keep trying to get me to join the ladies’ group. I politely decline. It is… this, all the time. OK, time to have a long meeting about something that’s already been decided! And there’s the added bonus that there’s no published rulebook, but if I accidentally violate any of the fifty thousand unspoken, unwritten rules, everybody will be offended! Whee! What amazing fun I must be missing out on!

        -ethyl

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        1. I feel this. Once a chair was complaining that doing inventory was so onerous that she was getting suicidal. I tried to be helpful by sharing that I don’t do inventory. I ask every colleague to do their own. I thought this easy solution would be welcomed by the group. Instead, people reacted like I broke some huge social taboo. I haven’t made any helpful suggestions since then but I still have no idea why people didn’t like this one.

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          1. Oh! I know that one!

            The rule is:

            -When women complain, they are just venting. They don’t want help, and they don’t want a solution to the problem. And if you try to offer them help, this will remind them of their husband/ex/boyfriend who they are currently on the outs with because he, also, tried to solve her problem when she complained but didn’t want a solution. Now you have inadvertently joined yourself to the psychic miasma that is her long-simmering fight with some man you’ve never met. All the bad feelings she has toward her ex: they’re focused on you like a laser cannon now.

            I’m not at all sure what they do want. I try to make sympathetic noises unless they *explicitly ask for help* and even then, it’s a coin-toss whether helping is the right response, or deeply offensive. “Take this bucket and wipe the tables” is usually safe. Anything less concrete is fraught with danger.

            -ethyl

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            1. Oh. I really stepped into it. OK.

              I usually know not to do it but I thought we were in work mode. Seeing as we were at work. Working. Or so I thought.

              But it does make sense. They did look at me like I was a representative of the patriarchy oppressing them their whole lives.

              This is very complicated for me.

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              1. You’re not alone!

                I had to have this one explained to me multiple times, because I’m a really special kind of stupid when it comes to other women.

                My favorite one is when I need a thing. An object, info, whatever, that some other lady has access to. I start asking around, who has access, who do I have to talk to? I think I’m being some shrewd detective and pat myself on the head. I finally track down the right person: the one with access. I ask for the thing, and… I can’t get a yes or no, or any kind of clear answer. I get a blizzard of irrelevant verbiage. Feelings. Personal circumstances. Some thing that happened last week with her family pet. None of which has anything to do with my request. I’m not asking for plutonium– there’s no logical reason why I can’t have access to the thing, or the information, and no explanation forthcoming, but I’m not getting it. Maybe I still need the secret password?

                So then I construct some scrappy and resourceful (I thought) workaround to solve the problem myself, outside of official channels.

                And then I get torn a new orifice for violating some kind of institutional chain of command I didn’t know existed.

                There ought to be a stupid trophy for getting into this scenario *more than once* and still not having any clue what is going on, or how to avoid it.

                I don’t suppose you know the secret password?

                -ethyl

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  2. LOL, the best explanation of the differences between and amongst the sexes minus the typical technical jargon is by Sarah Hoyt. Sarah has complaints similar to both of you and also my late wife. Not quoting, but she suggests that our mothers dump us with a hormonal bath during pregnancy, and the resulting differences are due to the timing and extent of varying hormones.

    She also visualized the behavioral differences in thought processes due to contacts between the hemispheres of the brain, male linear, simple a-b-c, female, complex, essentially a web. This too is essentially correct as we currently understand it. Now some female scientists amongst us claim that this allows an increased female ability to multi-task, but being laughing rat bastard misogynists to the core, we suggested maybe scatter-brained or quite possibly, even completely shorted out ;-D

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