Here is my work personality: I don’t have a strong vocation. I will do most work as long as it’s not gross or exploitative. But (and this, my friends, is where I become an employer’s dream) once I’m doing something, I want to be the best at it. Objectively. The best. Ever. Which means that as well as being extremely competent, I also like to sometimes throw in a little dazzle, just to make sure I don’t get taken for granted.
“One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.”
~ Bertrand Russell
For most of my childhood, I thought that when I grew up I wanted to be a spy. I have no idea why I clung to this for so long. (We’re talking years here.) I would have been an awful spy. I walk like an elephant (so I’ve been told). I’m pretty sure I would tell you anything you wanted to know if I were subjected to torture. Or even if you just brought a big dog into the room. In movie scenes when someone is rifling through the desk drawer of someone else who has just stepped out of the room, I become extremely anxious and have to cover my eyes. It really wouldn’t have been a good “fit.” Continue reading