I often find how I communicate things somehow misses the mark. My mum, who I love to bits because she is my biggest supporter on Team Helen, often hears half of what I tell her and runs for the finish line, with it and then of course rants at me because she didn’t hear the rest of what I told her.
Sometimes I will be writing about her and you will need to read between the lines because the lines because I won’t be able to say so. But not today…
Today I asked my carer to take the meat off a BBQ chicken, that way I could freeze it and preserve its freshness until I needed it.
That is exactly how I communicated this task. Can you please take the meat off and keep it? No skin, no bones, no fat, Right! God help me. The barrage of questions, sometimes I go stand next to them to watch what they are doing or how they are doing it.
It may come across as intimidation, but today she was putting the skin on the bench…WFT…
Put the meat in the bowl and everything else in the bag.
Eventually standing over them, elicits the query “What? What have I done wrong?” And then at least it’s easier to tell them a ‘better’ way to do things.
So, again I think I communicate things very well, people just don’t listen.
“We have two ears and one mouth. We should use them proportionately.”
Wise words from a colleague, once upon a time…