The "super needy" and me…
Yesterday, Kat blogged about her frustration with what she calls the “super needy”. These are people who always seem to be demanding of one’s time and attention, often to the point where they are sucking the life out of you. They keep calling, e-mailing, PMing on messsge boards, and they won’t let up.
I most certainly understand how she feels, as I am going through the same thing right now, mostly with the message board people, and now with Mike’s mom. And in a way, the doctors cold be considered super needy, as well…as in, they NEED Mike to come for uneeded surgery just because they want the money. I’m not anwering any of the PMs or e-mails right now, and I have both the ringer and answering machine on my landline turned off. It’s gotten to the point where my blood pressure rises sky-high when I hear the phone ringing. Who will it be bothering me this time? Dr. Pinocchio? Mike’s mother? the collection agency? one of those people from the message boards that I was dumb enough to give my number to? I just can’t stand it any more.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about all of this some more, and I realize that I have been a magnet for the super needy almost all of my life. The other day, I was talking about the last job that I had. This place had a lot of sucky employees, who didn’t do the job properly, and then they had me, who did everything right. So, of course, they wouldn’t let me work just part time, in fact, they tried to push me to take on even more hours, since I was so damned good. Rather than weeding out the shitty employees and stepping up their efforts to hire more good people, they just decided that I should be 100% committed to the company, be at their beck and call at all times, and the hell with having a life of my own. Then something happens to make me finally reach the breaking point, all the bottled-up resentment comes out, and I angrily up and quit.
