Oh how delightfully cruel!
Amazing thing: I don't really know what the hell I'm doing sometimes. Seriously. Really true.
See, my confidence can get me far enough to consider faking competence, but my modesty comes out from 'round back to stop slouching. Stop making big words and come down a peg.
True story: My friends got me this job. Still have the job, at least for a bit. Its a tough job for the pay and I think I screw up more than people notice. Got the terror they will notice. Got that fear. I'm just nice enough to get by. Just nice enough to avoid getting thrown out into the parking lot. I'm told we can't smoke there anymore. There were fires.
Back to the story. Friends got me this job. And I still have it, but I would say if competence were a totem pole...terrible metaphor, but stay with me... If competence were a totem pole I would be some sort of beaver thing near the bottom. Other people are eagles or bears or ravens. Wolves even. Me, I got enough fake charm and a quick enough wit that most folks don't notice till after words how nervous I am.
Now see, and this is important, I guess a lot. More than I should? Any way I need other people. I need to ask. To get a second opinion. Mainly because people are asking me. That's what I'm supposed to do. Answer questions. And I'm asking more than them! Do I know what the hell I'm talking about? Not really. But see, I could fake it. I could get someone else to answer the questions.
Not any more. Nope. As of the end of this month I'll be the one people are asking questions of and their won't be anyone for me to ask questions. I'm getting a promotion. A whopping .25 more an hour and a mess ton more responsibility. Not that I applied for this job.
See: Old job gone. Bye-bye. Gone. It will cease to exist, vanish like Verbal Kint. Whoop. Great times. And the kicker. Remember those friends. One has since been fired and I got promoted past the other. Both were way more competent than me.
Go team.
I feel like such a tool.
See, my confidence can get me far enough to consider faking competence, but my modesty comes out from 'round back to stop slouching. Stop making big words and come down a peg.
True story: My friends got me this job. Still have the job, at least for a bit. Its a tough job for the pay and I think I screw up more than people notice. Got the terror they will notice. Got that fear. I'm just nice enough to get by. Just nice enough to avoid getting thrown out into the parking lot. I'm told we can't smoke there anymore. There were fires.
Back to the story. Friends got me this job. And I still have it, but I would say if competence were a totem pole...terrible metaphor, but stay with me... If competence were a totem pole I would be some sort of beaver thing near the bottom. Other people are eagles or bears or ravens. Wolves even. Me, I got enough fake charm and a quick enough wit that most folks don't notice till after words how nervous I am.
Now see, and this is important, I guess a lot. More than I should? Any way I need other people. I need to ask. To get a second opinion. Mainly because people are asking me. That's what I'm supposed to do. Answer questions. And I'm asking more than them! Do I know what the hell I'm talking about? Not really. But see, I could fake it. I could get someone else to answer the questions.
Not any more. Nope. As of the end of this month I'll be the one people are asking questions of and their won't be anyone for me to ask questions. I'm getting a promotion. A whopping .25 more an hour and a mess ton more responsibility. Not that I applied for this job.
See: Old job gone. Bye-bye. Gone. It will cease to exist, vanish like Verbal Kint. Whoop. Great times. And the kicker. Remember those friends. One has since been fired and I got promoted past the other. Both were way more competent than me.
Go team.
I feel like such a tool.