Preeti Told Him to Send It as a Handover

Preeti has been in the organisation eleven years and has the particular calm of somebody who has watched four restructures from the finance side and can tell you where all the bodies are filed.

Ade did not rant. He had decided on the stairs that he would not rant, because a rant would turn it into gossip, and gossip would get back, and then it would be a thing he had been saying about Karen.

So he laid it out flat. The review. The slides. The typo. The coffee.

Preeti listened to all of it without saying anything, which he had not expected, and then asked exactly one question.

“Has the director got it wrong, or has he just not got it?”

“Sorry?”

“Does he think Karen did the analysis,” said Preeti, “or has he not thought about who did the analysis at all?”

Ade thought about it.

“The second one,” he said. “He’s never asked. It wouldn’t occur to him to ask.”

“Right,” said Preeti. “Then this is fixable, and you’re going about it completely wrong.”

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“Don’t send him a complaint,” she said. “If you send a complaint, two things happen. He has to do something about it, which he doesn’t want to do, and he has to decide between you and Karen, which he really doesn’t want to do. And in that situation he will pick the manager, because the manager is his problem to manage and you are not.”

“So I do nothing.”

“You send him the work.”

Ade said, “The work.”

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“You’re going to send him the timeline,” said Preeti. “Not as a grievance. As a handover. You’re going to say: you asked some good questions in the review about how the cohort was defined. Here’s the underlying analysis in case it’s useful for the follow-up. Here’s the methodology. Here are the working drafts. Happy to walk you through any of it.”

She shrugged.

“And he will read the dates.”

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Ade sat with that for a second.

“That feels a bit—”

“Sneaky?”

“Yes.”

“It isn’t,” said Preeti. “Sneaky would be implying something you can’t support. You’re not implying anything. You’re sending a senior person the actual work in response to an actual question he actually asked, which is your job. Everything else is just what documents do when you put them in date order.”

She went back to her invoice.

“One thing,” she said, without looking up. “No adjectives. Not one. If there’s a single word in it that has a feeling in it, he’ll smell it and the whole thing turns into a complaint.”

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Ade went home and rewrote the covering email six times.

The final version was four sentences long. He took out “thorough”. He took out “I had hoped”. He took out a sentence beginning “As you may be aware”, which he now says was the worst sentence he has ever written, because it is a sentence that exists purely to make somebody feel got at while appearing not to.

He read the finished thing to his girlfriend, who works in a completely different industry, and asked her: “Does this sound like someone complaining?”

She said: “It sounds like someone doing their job.”

“Good,” said Ade.

“Is it about something?”

“Yes,” he said. “It’s about a lot.”

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He sent it on the Monday at 8:40 in the morning. Four pages attached, four sentences in the body, nothing in it that anybody could quote back at him.

He then had, by his own account, one of the worst hours of his working life, because he had sent it and could not unsend it, and because he had spent three weeks deciding what he was going to do and had now done it.

The director replied at 9:21.

Ade — this is very helpful. Are you free Wednesday? 20 mins?

He read it four times to make sure it did not contain anything else.

Then he forwarded it to nobody, told nobody, and got on with something entirely different for two days, because Preeti had also told him that the single worst thing he could do now was mention it to one single person in the building.