In one of my various social circles, there is a someone I call NG. They are very, very nice and completely incompetent. This incompetency carries over to their work life and the poor cow-orkers (I play with hyphen miss-placement in my spare time) of NG have permanent, slightly furrowed brows. The complaints that flow!
I have often been using NG as a good example of many a silly thing and it occurred to me fairly recently that NG isn’t incompetent: NG is finishing up their post-doctoral research on just how much dumb folks will put up with if dumb is really, really nice. Whenever I interact with NG now, even though the odds are stratospherically against this, I just repeat to myself, “It’s all part of NG’s research. The thesis that comes from this research will shatter cow-orker expectations for decades to come. I, by being nice, might end up as a blip in the end notes.”
An Erinku:
coffee, displaced from cup
seeks shelter
in my stack of papers
dammit!
No comments:
Post a Comment