Listen, you’re a beautiful person. You’re bright, articulate, educated, and personable. You work hard and are dilligent in meeting your responsibilities. You really care about deadlines, and you bust your hump to meet them. I really like you.
You’re killing me.
When you call me for support I cringe, because I know it’s going to be another maddening slog through the same issues we’ve covered 153 (documented) times before. You’re so eager to get the issue resolved, so grateful for my assistance, so sweet and pleasant and thankful and complimentary that I can’t resent you.
I resent you anyway.
You send my reporting list such nice messages, about what great work I do, and how lost you’d be without me. You take notes when I help you. Every time. You’ve got a stack of books full of notes. I’ve seen them.
They’re the same notes. All of them.
Yes, there are technical issues. They’re minor, and you’re more than capable of handling them. Yes, the software is slow and clunky, unlike your beloved former system. The old system is obsolete, and no longer meets statuitory requirements. Besides which, you had the same issues with the old system. I remember, as I supported you under the old system, too.
Things change. Deal with it.
I’ve been supporting this user base in general for 9 months, and you in specific for 8 months. I was contracted to help get past the technical teething issues of migrating the old system to the new system, and supporting you interferes with the project. Mind you, you are part of the scope of work, and I like helping people, especially grateful people, but this week I’ve already expended 9 hours supporting you alone, including two late-night calls. I’ve lasted in this role 6 months longer than anyone else that’s had to support you, but I’m running out of patience. I’ve got project work to do, and every hour I burn helping you is one more hour the project lasts, and one more hour your company has to pay me. Your management is fed up with you. I’m fed up with you. You are the End User From Hell. You’re sweet, nice, grateful and eager to learn. You want to understand the new technology, you grasp the new technology, but you’re unable (or unwilling) to use the new technology. Whenever you see something you don’t like, you panic in your so-genteel-aristrocratic way. Once you’ve been shown that it’s not the bogeyman come to eat your work, you effusively thank me. Tomorrow I’ll get another call. It’ll be you, and it’ll be more of the same. You’re too nice to hate.
I hate you anyway.
[sub]I hate myself for hating you.[/sub]