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Get it done!

Oh how I hate it when people don’t keep commitments or even bother to tell you that they won’t be doing something. I have problems with this in my personal life and my work life.

I’m sure you have probably been in this situation… you talk to someone about a project or a task and all indications are that that person intends to follow though and do what they have indicated they will do… Then a couple weeks later you realize the task hasn’t been done and when you bring this up with the person who has failed to follow through with their commitment you get a blank stare, or worse a statement like… I didn’t mean I was going to do it now… or… something else came up and I decided not to do the thing we were talking about.

Maybe the problem all comes back to me. Maybe I’m not specific enough, or feel like I’m hounding the person if I make them tell me exactly what they are going to do and exactly when they will have it done. I tried this once with my wife and learned not to do that again. (at least with my family)

This latest situation is work related. I need information to continue with a project, but for the last month, the people that I need to get this information from have been totally ignoring my requests. Now my boss is saying “get it done”. I can’t, I don’t have the data.

My guess is that there are some political things going on and the reason I will eventually hear as to why I didn’t get anything for the last month is because other high priority things came up… That’s fine, just tell me!

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