Smile!
I must look trustworthy. Do you think I look trustworthy? I don't think I look all that trustworthy. I wouldn't trust me, not that I'm not trustworthy or anything. Apparently I do look trustworthy though, people keep on trusting me.
I keep getting put in positions of responsibilty as if I belong there. I never asked for it, and I certainly don't want it. Now I'm good at what I do, but it's not really what I want to do.
Six years ago I started my first job. It was at a place called Team Gear, a soccer store. A dream job for most soccer playing kids. Keep in mind that I had NEVER WORKED a day in my life. Four months later I was the assistant manager, six months after that I was a manager. What did I do to deserve that? Did I want the added responsibility? A resounding no. Did I need the added stress? HELL NO! Thank god they fired me, fuckin Mark. Little did he know he did me a favor, so I guess I should be thanking him.
My next job was as a mechanic, and I knew didley squat about cars. I might have been able to change my oil, but even that would have been a daunting task at best. Guess who was in charge of the shop after less than two months? You guess it! This guy! *points two thumbs at himself* Again, why was that dude so willing to trust this punk kid that looked like he was still in middle school? Who knows, maybe it was my dashing good looks, and my witty banter.
Wasatch Ski Connection, my favorite little ski shop dive. Who got a job there and was a trusted little flunkey in no time? Yeah, but this time I'm almost positive that it was my stupid smile and my obsequiesce nature that got me stuck in that particual position. Not that I'm complaining in this case, but I still don't know why people put me in that position. Would you?
Now here I am working at Team Gear again, and it was supposed to just be me filling in and doing a "part-time" job. Here I am again, in the position of responsibility. Do I want it anymore this time than the last? I'd rather shoot myself in the face. I can't wait 'till winter, the ski shop is beckoning. Forget this responsibility B.S., give me the freedom of the ski shop any day!
I'll leave you with one very random though:
The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the lawnmower
Underachievement, embrace it!
I keep getting put in positions of responsibilty as if I belong there. I never asked for it, and I certainly don't want it. Now I'm good at what I do, but it's not really what I want to do.
Six years ago I started my first job. It was at a place called Team Gear, a soccer store. A dream job for most soccer playing kids. Keep in mind that I had NEVER WORKED a day in my life. Four months later I was the assistant manager, six months after that I was a manager. What did I do to deserve that? Did I want the added responsibility? A resounding no. Did I need the added stress? HELL NO! Thank god they fired me, fuckin Mark. Little did he know he did me a favor, so I guess I should be thanking him.
My next job was as a mechanic, and I knew didley squat about cars. I might have been able to change my oil, but even that would have been a daunting task at best. Guess who was in charge of the shop after less than two months? You guess it! This guy! *points two thumbs at himself* Again, why was that dude so willing to trust this punk kid that looked like he was still in middle school? Who knows, maybe it was my dashing good looks, and my witty banter.
Wasatch Ski Connection, my favorite little ski shop dive. Who got a job there and was a trusted little flunkey in no time? Yeah, but this time I'm almost positive that it was my stupid smile and my obsequiesce nature that got me stuck in that particual position. Not that I'm complaining in this case, but I still don't know why people put me in that position. Would you?
Now here I am working at Team Gear again, and it was supposed to just be me filling in and doing a "part-time" job. Here I am again, in the position of responsibility. Do I want it anymore this time than the last? I'd rather shoot myself in the face. I can't wait 'till winter, the ski shop is beckoning. Forget this responsibility B.S., give me the freedom of the ski shop any day!
I'll leave you with one very random though:
The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the lawnmower
Underachievement, embrace it!
posted by Erich Tabert at 9:54 PM
1 Comments:
Wow - I think that your track record of quick-to-be-manager ascentions is a reflection of your character. I know you would beg to differ, but I will make the argument anyway: "Most people do not choose to be put in positions of responsibility." It is an unfortunate consequence of somehow being able to perform at a higher level than most. Well, that and someone's gotta run stuff. I for one do not wish for my position of responsibility. It has made a mess of my current state of mind. I propose that if given the choice, virtually EVERYONE would take a life without responsibility. I know I would....
So... don't sell yourself short or take for granted what you have. Realize that you have many great qualities and a plethora of raw talent. Capitalize on that stuff! But at the same time, don't go insane.
Bleh....
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