I got this email from my supervisor last week, which I did not bother to open till this morning. It was feedback on some work I had submitted almost four months ago - ok the guy took some study leave; he had an excuse. But after so long I had disposed of the contents of the report like yesterday's lunch swirling down the sewer pipes. You can only imagine my chagrin when I downloaded the word document and saw every single page with comments and track changes. What the fuck! Boy instant headache; because now I'm suppose to review the comments, make the relevant changes and additional work that would bring it up to par. Again, I repeat what the fuck!
I could not begin to wrap my mind around what it was I did wrong; what did he want me to do now; where was I going to find that supporting information. My mind went on melt down. I started to doubt whether my findings were correct; did I substantiate them; were my recommendations valid; what kinda fucking auditor are you. Ok Earl, get it together; clear out the editorial changes and get to the meat of the matter - the comments. Ok, where did I go wrong? I could not believe how long it took me to get my shit together and address all the comments made. But it was not as mind numbing as I thought in the end - pretty straight forward question, to my surprise I was actually able to recover them from the cesspit that is my brain. I have good suction yes. So the day did not end up bad at all. I made it through the shit and I'm ready for my meeting tomorrow. Hooray!
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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