"I like ducks, and this duck in particular"
Here are some magic words: Ah, the system has been configured incorrectly.
Granted, I don’t know what that actually means, but I know what it means. It means, hey, there was a mistake and it wasn’t your fault. My real fear was that I would eventually get an IT super-bod, whose time is chargeable at £1000 an hour, to come all the way down here and have to say ‘No, Steve, it clearly says left click...’ or something. Or worse still - and the regularity with which this happens is another reason I’m suspecting a gypsy curse - that he’d get down here and it would just magically work.
Something was broken. Hooray.
Also, I think I’m beginning to know what I’m doing, which is awesome. It’s now at the stage where I’m about brave enough to take on jobs, but not entirely certain that I’m doing the correct thing. It is, however, an excellent test of one of the many promises I made to myself before I started this job, namely that I would just ask if I didn’t know. I have spent my whole life wondering how I was going to get a job done in time when I didn’t know what needed to be doing/how to do it. This was usually when I’d already said I’d done it. I think I’ve just assumed my whole life that everyone else was in a position to give me a bollocking, and I don’t like bollockings. I live for the approval of others. Of course, changing that fact would have been another good promise to make to myself, if I thought it was a promise I’d any hope of keeping. Some traits, no matter how unfortunate or unhealthy, are traits of mine none the less. I think maybe there comes a point where the best option is just to accept that, at 24, having made all the personal effort and the self help plans, there are some things I’ll never change. Like coming in to work looking like a tramp. Sure, it’d be nice to have natural style. But I don’t. I could make a promise to myself that I’ll get up early every day and make an effort. But I won’t. So at the very least I’m going to be alright with it.
Similarly, I am always going to be a teacher’s pet. We had a lecture this morning on the history of Millward Brown, and who do you think had their hand up? Who do you think said yes to the ‘have you ever read....’ ‘has anybody heard of....’ ‘can anyone think of...’ questions? Who do you think stayed behind to discuss the future of market research with the trainer? I imagine that it’ll make me very popular... but hey, there’s no point in pretending I’m something that I’m not.
Granted, I don’t know what that actually means, but I know what it means. It means, hey, there was a mistake and it wasn’t your fault. My real fear was that I would eventually get an IT super-bod, whose time is chargeable at £1000 an hour, to come all the way down here and have to say ‘No, Steve, it clearly says left click...’ or something. Or worse still - and the regularity with which this happens is another reason I’m suspecting a gypsy curse - that he’d get down here and it would just magically work.
Something was broken. Hooray.
Also, I think I’m beginning to know what I’m doing, which is awesome. It’s now at the stage where I’m about brave enough to take on jobs, but not entirely certain that I’m doing the correct thing. It is, however, an excellent test of one of the many promises I made to myself before I started this job, namely that I would just ask if I didn’t know. I have spent my whole life wondering how I was going to get a job done in time when I didn’t know what needed to be doing/how to do it. This was usually when I’d already said I’d done it. I think I’ve just assumed my whole life that everyone else was in a position to give me a bollocking, and I don’t like bollockings. I live for the approval of others. Of course, changing that fact would have been another good promise to make to myself, if I thought it was a promise I’d any hope of keeping. Some traits, no matter how unfortunate or unhealthy, are traits of mine none the less. I think maybe there comes a point where the best option is just to accept that, at 24, having made all the personal effort and the self help plans, there are some things I’ll never change. Like coming in to work looking like a tramp. Sure, it’d be nice to have natural style. But I don’t. I could make a promise to myself that I’ll get up early every day and make an effort. But I won’t. So at the very least I’m going to be alright with it.
Similarly, I am always going to be a teacher’s pet. We had a lecture this morning on the history of Millward Brown, and who do you think had their hand up? Who do you think said yes to the ‘have you ever read....’ ‘has anybody heard of....’ ‘can anyone think of...’ questions? Who do you think stayed behind to discuss the future of market research with the trainer? I imagine that it’ll make me very popular... but hey, there’s no point in pretending I’m something that I’m not.