I confess that I’m not a nice, forgiving person.
I grumble and swear under my breath at work all the time.
The last hour of my day, I am even less forgiving and more grumbly, because I resent anything that slows me down and prevents me from getting done those things that cannot be left undone.
There are certain people who are incapable of learning from their mistakes, after repeated ass-saving.
I often end up staying late fixing other peoples’ mistakes, partly from a misguided belief on my part that it helps the travelers avoid a bad experience, and partly from sheer arrogance on my part that “Only Ginny can fix it.”
This is so patently wrong-headed and not-true and bad and stupid of me.
I really, really must learn not to save other people from their own mistakes, else
- how would they learn?
- how would their leader know they need more help?
- how much time am I wasting instead of doing my own work?
- how much do I want to see the pretty colors as my head explodes one day?
Some days, I really, really feel like biting someone.