Resolution #2- Be tolerant of my co-workers

I need to be tolerant of others in my area, even those who insist upon talking on their speaker phones at such a volume that those of us who have cubicles down the hall can hear every freaking word of the conversation. I need to refrain from smacking people who agree to simple, basic things in meetings (such as not using terms in their own documents that have a specific, technical meaning in a related department,) but when they do something contrary to what they agreed to in the meeting they try to claim that department whose terms are being used incorrectly in said documentation are "all of a sudden" trying to change how things are done. Especially since the exchange regarding the "sudden" change is happening outside of my cubicle, not as part of my conversation, but I was the one taking notes in the meeting where they agreed to use proper language in the first place.


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