
I was all set to put up a really whiny post early last week until a friend said that I shouldn’t be making a mountain out of a molehill. It all started with an email two weeks ago:
Assistant to one of the big bosses: Sir, do you have this program called Keynote and could xxxx have a copy?
I decided on a snarky answer: Yes, but the older version, and it’s not free. It costs $80, and I won’t give him a copy because I paid for my copy with personal funds.
Assistant: Oh, ok, thank you, sir.
One week later, my immediate boss send me an email:
Boss: What is this Keynote program that xxxx asked us to buy for him and does it really cost P5,000 plus?
Me: It’s one of three programs included in a suite called iWork 08 and the retail price is $80. I can ask a friend who sells the suite at his store what the discounted price is. BTW, I don’t recommend it because I know that xxxx already has MS Office, also paid for by the office, on his laptop, and iWork just duplicates those programs.
One day later:
Boss: So, what’s the lowest price you can get for it?
Me: Lowest price is an online purchase via credit card. Or, I can just ask my friend for a discount. Since I assume that the purchase is approved, can I ask for the same program for my use? It won’t duplicate anything since I don’t have MS Office on my laptop.
Boss: Sorry, but your laptop is not office-issued so we can’t buy any software for you.
At which point I let out a long and deep sigh, because the suckiest thing about the whole episode was that for three years in a row I asked for a laptop because I felt it would make me more productive, both in teaching and while traveling to attend classes and do research for my PhD, and got turned down three years in a row (“Your job description doesn’t require the use of a laptop.”). So I ended up spending a great deal of my own money on two laptops in five years, using it about 80% of the time for office work. And I can’t even get a little piece of software that costs less than 2% of what I’ve already spent, mostly for office work.
And then this post by Merlin Mann comes along, and warns me that “nobody likes a whiner” and that “it’s worthwhile to be mindful about the extent to which your internal monologue is becoming personally insufferable.” The money quote:
…perhaps more importantly, that whining should be telling you something. Whining is the white blue smoke in your tailpipe that lets you know you’re burning mental oil. It means you’re unconsciously devoting cycles to something that you can’t, won’t, or shouldn’t be spending time thinking about. Otherwise, why would it be bothering you, right? You’d be either extricated or done with it.
So indulge me a little bit so I can let off some steam and then put this tiny, non-issue behind me and just concentrate on getting as much work done as possible with what I already have — a nice new MacBook, a fairly quiet, corner cubicle and, on the average, very supportive co-workers.
There. I feel better already. Whining over, and lesson learned.