“I changed,” Karyn replied. “But the outcome was still the same. Rachel left early and the work was still undone.”
“Do you think the race is over?” I asked. “What will you do this Saturday?”
“Yelling didn’t work, being nice didn’t work. I don’t know.” Karyn was stumped.
“Were you just being nice, or was there a more subtle shift in you? During all the yelling and Rachel leaving in a huff, how did you see Rachel? Was she a vehicle for you to get stuff done, or an obstacle in the way of getting stuff done?”
“Both,” Karyn flatly stated. “She was supposed to get stuff done, and left it all in my lap when she left.”
“And, last Saturday, you had an early conversation during her shift, when things were calm. Who was Rachel to you then?”
“Well, I treated her more like a person, then.”
“She was no longer something you were driving or an obstacle in the way? She was a person?”
Karyn did not respond to the question.
“You changed,” I said. “You made a shift in the way you saw Rachel. Who are you going to be this Saturday?”