I’ve got this neighbor who doesn’t like me. He’s been haranguing me since I moved in.
Because I have to be concerned about Julie and the kids, I tried to placate him for the first year and a half.
But it never stopped. He got crazier and crazier. Reality is he doesn’t like the fact that our 4-year-old is an atomic noisemaker.
Since he can’t complain about that he goes the usual route – the garbage pails, the piano, the dog the parking.
There is no lawn so he can’t go there either.
One day, another inane complaint comes my way.
I burst out laughing.
I thought he was going to drop to the pavement.
He went inside and I saw him talking to his wife who also hates us.
I’m actually grateful to the guy. He has given me valuable training in how to handle criticism. I plotted the arc of my reactions over time and I know now you have to laugh from the beginning.
You’re going to get criticized in business as soon as you hang your shingle. You’re going to have to learn how to take it.
This topic, and a couple juicy insights on what criticism really means, are in the next issue of The Frank Giovinazzi Letter.
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P.S. I am writing this around 10 a.m. and Caleb is literally screaming through the house. I am wearing ear muffs to hear myself think. I can see the neighbor, sans earmuffs, thinking about how much they hate us … right through the window.
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