…is that they’re their own worst enemies.
Oh, and in case you’re not clear on what a PIA is, it’s Pain In the Ass.
Sometimes it’s only a temporary condition. I can be a PIA to Wayne when it’s Moody Cooties time. (You know, when Aunt Flow’s due to visit?) He can be a PIA when he’s working too many hours.
But then there are those people who are permanently (and IMO irreversibly) afflicted with PIA Syndrome. I had to deal with one of those yesterday.
I knew she was going to be trouble from the get go. She’s a very uptight, controlling person who believes she’s more important than she is. And everything’s got to be done a certain way (hers) and she must have a say in how things are orchestrated even when she really shouldn’t.
Like when she’s a guest blogger on my blog. It’s my terms, bitch. Deal with it.
Anyway, normally I’m way too laid back to be bothered much by so much intensity. I’m pretty good at smoothing over ruffled feathers (even ones that are determined to always have something to be ruffled about), but when it’s Moody Cooties time my patience flies out the window.
Yesterday she was all about the drama, and the thing of it is…she was creating it all. Instead of stepping back and giving someone the benefit of the doubt that they (me) knew what they (I) was talking about because it is my blog and I know a thing or two about it, she jumped on the accusations.
“It’s wrong. This is the right link.”
I tried to politely explain that, no, that was not the right link. The original one was.
“But it’s not centering or pulling up right. It’s all wrong and all my people from East Coast to West can’t see it. Stop promoting it. There’s no point if it’s not right.”
Excuse me? You better back up the bus, Martha, and get a better ‘tude with me. I ain’t got time to be dealing with that kind of nonsense.
Normally I would’ve, though. I would’ve coddled and placated her until I could get the matter clear. We might even have a good laugh about it.
But yesterday I had an extremely busy day. I was also stressed because it was a three month oncologist check-up day.
“What ifs” plague me when I have to go for check-ups. And to boot while I was there Aunt Flow decided to land. (She didn’t full on arrive until I got home thankfully, but the pains had already flared.)
So my mental state was pretty keyed up for a change. That’s why when I got a snarky email from Miss Intensity freaking out because she can’t understand the link I sent her WAS the right one, I snapped.
The link was not pulling up weird for me as she claimed it was. I would of course happily fixed it if I saw there was a problem. I don’t see it on my end therefor I don’t know what’s wrong or how to fix it for her.
But to have the nerve to tell me to stop promoting a link on my own site or via Twitter and Facebook? Step off!
That’s just poor policy. I won’t be dealing with that person anymore.
And I can bet others aren’t going to put up with that kind of nonsense either because most people aren’t as nice as I am. She’s shooting herself in the foot with her high maintenance PIA ways.