rickroyal

I loved a good argument while I was in college. Granted, the environment more or less lent itself to creating situations where arguments and debates naturally evolved. The nice thing about college arguments (or, at least, the arguments in which I normally found myself engaged) was that everyone involved understood on some level that there was nothing personal about what was going on; even though we disagreed on the sociopolitical implication on a specific passage, we could still flirt after class.

In a workplace, alas, there are egos. Territories. Feuds and wars. We can't argue about ephemera. Few will admit when proven wrong. And winning -- goodness -- that never solves anything.

Had my background been different -- remove the joy of debate and arguments from my past -- would it still shred me when I have to stop being coworker and put on the supervisor hat to steer a wayward boy?