The Calm Before the Storm
Alright, so you wanna know what JP did to patience? Man, where do I even start? Before JP, things were, you know, manageable. We had our ups and downs like any other place, but we got by. Patience wasn’t something we talked about much, it was just kinda there. You needed it for the tricky bits of a project, and you just dug in. We were working on this one thing, let’s just call it ‘Project Endurance’ – fitting name, in hindsight. It needed tons of patience, and we were chugging along, making it work.
Then Came JP
Then JP showed up. Oh boy. Supposedly full of “fresh perspectives” and “dynamic strategies.” What they really meant was a whirlwind of chaos. First thing, JP zeros in on ‘Project Endurance.’ Our little project, the one we’d been carefully building, piece by piece, with a whole lot of, well, patience.
And then the “improvements” began.
- Meetings. So. Many. Damn. Meetings. We had meetings to plan other meetings. Our patience started to wear thin, real thin.
- Flip-flopping. One day it’s this, next day it’s that. Then, oh wait, back to the first thing, but make it blue now. Try keeping your head straight with that nonsense.
- He had to stick his nose in everything. I mean, everything. Down to the type of coffee in the break room, almost. My patience was already screaming.
What Actually Happened to Patience?
Patience? Hah! It got obliterated. Totally wrecked. People who were usually cool as a cucumber started getting jumpy. Good folks, just pushed too far. ‘Project Endurance’? It hit a wall, obviously. We were spending all our time dealing with JP’s latest bright idea instead of, you know, actually doing the work.
I clearly remember this one time. We’d busted our humps for a solid week on this feature JP absolutely had to have. Late nights, the whole shebang. Come Monday morning, he strolls in, all casual, and drops: “Yeah, about that feature… I was thinking over the weekend. Let’s not do that. Got something way better.” I swear, my patience just got up, waved a tiny white flag, and walked out the door. I think I even heard it sigh.
And it wasn’t just me. The whole team was running on fumes. We went from a crew that could patiently untangle the gnarliest problems to a bunch of stressed-out wrecks just trying to make it to 5 PM.
The Fallout, and What I Reckon Now
So, what did JP really do to patience? He showed us what it’s like when it runs out. He proved that patience, great as it is, isn’t bottomless. Especially when someone seems to be actively trying to empty your tank for kicks.
JP eventually got shuffled off to “bless” another team with his genius. Things calmed down a bit after that. But it wasn’t the same, not really. We picked up the pieces of ‘Project Endurance’ and got it back on track, mostly. But the hit our collective patience took? That took ages to heal. Some of those cracks are still there, if I’m honest.
It’s a funny old world, isn’t it? You hear all this corporate talk about ‘building resilience’ and ‘fostering grit’. But then they let loose someone like JP, and it feels like they’re just stress-testing you until you snap. Makes you wonder if they’re actually trying to get stuff done or just running some kind of bizarre experiment on human endurance. The big lesson for me? Look out for your own sanity, ’cause nobody else is gonna do it for you. If your patience is on its last legs, there’s probably a damn good reason why.
