My purple black eye.
Only a month has passed, and already I had made my first major boo-boo at work. Believe me, it was such a silly mistake, I just cannot fathom how and why it even had to happen in the first place.
Sometimes we make intelligent mistakes – ones that, like, make everyone else go “Hmmm, that looks wrong” while they stare at the white board scribbled with many a mathematical equation, nodding sagely and whispering thoughtfully among themselves. Plus, you do not slip a few notches down their “2005’s brightest kids who are also too damn smart and annoying for their own good” list.
But the error that I made was so ridiculously stupid (not to mention rather serious), I cannot help but berate myself for it. It was probably due to a need to perform well, that I ended up doing the exact opposite – if that were even possible.
The only good thing out of this is that I can be sure that I will not be repeating them. Ever.
Still, I cannot shake off this feeling: that I might just step into work tomorrow, get a stern “Come into my office this instant!” by the manager (and certainly not for a cup of tea), and probably be handed a pretty white envelope, its contents not pretty at all.
Yeah, how it would be like, to be served a warning letter?
I think I need to have a paper bag over my head for the next few weeks or so.
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