I don't have an ego, and even if I did it's not healthy. I'm one of the most self-deprecating, low-self-image people you'll ever meet who is still functional in society.
Yes, I do a good job. It's hard for me not to... the work is easy (relatively, it's pretty demanding physically, but it's simple in terms of skill and thought) and most of my mistakes are self-correcting - like not ducking when I'm sweeping under the lines. Ok, I keep doing that one, but still, how hard is it to haul garbage?
It's funny how I'm enjoying the exertion... I used to be a hardcore proponent of "a little exercise never killed anyone, but why take chances?"
The team helps too. It's so much easier to do a good job when you like ALL your co-workers, even the one who continually throws cardboard boxes at my ass (that would be Jamie, the hot but married one). OK, I admit, I goaded her into hitting me with boxes, but still...
And give it up with the self-deprecation. Only I'm allowed to do that.
You do EXCELLENT work, and if I hear otherwise from you again, missy, I'm gonna come down there and bap you upside the head with an inflatable squeaky mallet until you go "meep! I give!"
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Date: 2004-12-03 10:06 pm (UTC)I'm one of the most self-deprecating, low-self-image people you'll ever meet who is still functional in society.
Yes, I do a good job. It's hard for me not to... the work is easy (relatively, it's pretty demanding physically, but it's simple in terms of skill and thought) and most of my mistakes are self-correcting - like not ducking when I'm sweeping under the lines. Ok, I keep doing that one, but still, how hard is it to haul garbage?
It's funny how I'm enjoying the exertion... I used to be a hardcore proponent of "a little exercise never killed anyone, but why take chances?"
The team helps too. It's so much easier to do a good job when you like ALL your co-workers, even the one who continually throws cardboard boxes at my ass (that would be Jamie, the hot but married one). OK, I admit, I goaded her into hitting me with boxes, but still...
And give it up with the self-deprecation. Only I'm allowed to do that.
You do EXCELLENT work, and if I hear otherwise from you again, missy, I'm gonna come down there and bap you upside the head with an inflatable squeaky mallet until you go "meep! I give!"