the "fuckit threshold"... infrequently mentioned, enough to warrant explanation
ok, so here is the quick explanation.
you take a good day. you get out of bed, you are totally awake and energised, ready to tackle the new day.
you go to the bathroom and step on a bead.
a great day just transformed into a day.
so you're showering (if you are into that sort of thing) and just before, during, or after, you cut yourself shaving. today is still just a day, but you are at full alert.
you go to work, and learn that whoever was in before you royally fucked up. you get to clean up after them. today is now a bad day.
in the process of cleaning up after them, your manager expresses dismay at the mess. in your hurry to clean something up, actually *break* another thing, creating a bigger mess. manager does not notice, but acts as though all is possible. wants a job done. which is not your job. ok, ok. it has just become a really bad day.
now your manager (who was off) decides to come in. hey, coincidence: his manager (and *his* managers*) decide to drop in to see how things are going. you, all the while are frenetically trying to make things look as good as possible.
this is when you trip and fall, utterly destroying otherwise saleable product.
at what point do you cross the fuckit threshold?
the point at which it hurts so much, and you realise "you know what? no matter what i do, i'm screwed anyway. why bother trying?"
this is the fuckit threshold. the point at which you stop feeling the pain. the point at which somebody could kick you in the kidneys, and the pain wouldn't bother you, mentally. the point at which you just say "fuckit" and move on.
you take a good day. you get out of bed, you are totally awake and energised, ready to tackle the new day.
you go to the bathroom and step on a bead.
a great day just transformed into a day.
so you're showering (if you are into that sort of thing) and just before, during, or after, you cut yourself shaving. today is still just a day, but you are at full alert.
you go to work, and learn that whoever was in before you royally fucked up. you get to clean up after them. today is now a bad day.
in the process of cleaning up after them, your manager expresses dismay at the mess. in your hurry to clean something up, actually *break* another thing, creating a bigger mess. manager does not notice, but acts as though all is possible. wants a job done. which is not your job. ok, ok. it has just become a really bad day.
now your manager (who was off) decides to come in. hey, coincidence: his manager (and *his* managers*) decide to drop in to see how things are going. you, all the while are frenetically trying to make things look as good as possible.
this is when you trip and fall, utterly destroying otherwise saleable product.
at what point do you cross the fuckit threshold?
the point at which it hurts so much, and you realise "you know what? no matter what i do, i'm screwed anyway. why bother trying?"
this is the fuckit threshold. the point at which you stop feeling the pain. the point at which somebody could kick you in the kidneys, and the pain wouldn't bother you, mentally. the point at which you just say "fuckit" and move on.