Styles

The situation is so aggravating. The job was there to be done, waiting to be done, potentially damaging if not done, but you didn't do it. My sense of urgency is sounding sirens and flashing lights like an ambulance, but you didn't change your pace, which was no pace at all. Today was the day; why not today?

What do I have to do to make it happen, besides doing it myself, which I can't, and don't want to anyway, since it lets you off the hook, and you're the one who should see to it.

This is the dilemma of collaboration: different priorities, different speeds. My style: think about it, then act. Yours: think about it...and then think about something else, until I make a fuss. At that point, all kinds of developments can possible--arguments, recriminations--but not among these is actually getting it done.

I think, Is this passive-aggressive? Is this depression? Is this inertia? Is this part of a better plan I can't see? Am I being obsessive? Importunate? Bullying? The responsible adult?

I'll grant you I normally do it, and, yes, I was late in ordering something and was holding off until it arrived (which it hasn't yet  where the heck is it?), so I missed the opportunity to do it this weekend when I could, but nonetheless...it's not just mine to do. It's ours.

Okay, granted, if the deadline was day before yesterday then, no, tomorrow is not much different than today. But I've been thinking all day about it getting done. It's been iterating in my thoughts: I want this unfinished business wrapped up and resolved--and it could have been, but isn't yet. So vexing.

Tomorrow?  You'll do it tomorrow?  Okay, sure, great, why not?, sounds like a plan, good thinking, go for it. And likely it will happen, and there'll be no problem, and this inflamed spot in my mind will stop throbbing.

By this time, we should work together like clockwork, but sometimes, this time, no. If this were all we had going, it could be camel's last straw. As it is, let's try to do things differently next time, okay?