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Have I complained about how busy I am at work? I’m too busy. There.
I’m getting help on Monday – in the form of a young man named Nathaniel, who I will call “The Boy” hereafter. At least until I get to know him and can think of something more interesting and appropriate to call him.
The Boy is to be my temp, and mine alone, at least for the first few months. He will obey my every whim, and will live and die by my command. His is the fist that enforces my will. He will stand knee deep in the entrails of my enemies, and weep with joy at having accomplished my desires.
I’m apprehensive to say the least. The last time I managed anyone for real was back in college (which was, oh my god, 15 years ago). I’m not good at it. I have no desire to supervise people, and no knack for it. Even being a Dance Master for Fantasy Factory was a little more responsibility than I’m really comfortable with.
In addition, I take a certain amount of pride in my work. I’m good at what I do, and most of the time I enjoy it. Letting someone else do my work is extraordinarily difficult for me. What if The Boy is a poor writer, or doesn’t understand how to maintain a consistent voice across a brand? What if he’s slow, or stupid? What if I don’t like him? What if everyone else dislikes him? All of these things will reflect on me. I don’t like depending on other people like that.
I’m sorry this isn’t very interesting.
I’m missing opening day of The Expendables, and it’s breaking my fucking heart.
I’m getting help on Monday – in the form of a young man named Nathaniel, who I will call “The Boy” hereafter. At least until I get to know him and can think of something more interesting and appropriate to call him.
The Boy is to be my temp, and mine alone, at least for the first few months. He will obey my every whim, and will live and die by my command. His is the fist that enforces my will. He will stand knee deep in the entrails of my enemies, and weep with joy at having accomplished my desires.
I’m apprehensive to say the least. The last time I managed anyone for real was back in college (which was, oh my god, 15 years ago). I’m not good at it. I have no desire to supervise people, and no knack for it. Even being a Dance Master for Fantasy Factory was a little more responsibility than I’m really comfortable with.
In addition, I take a certain amount of pride in my work. I’m good at what I do, and most of the time I enjoy it. Letting someone else do my work is extraordinarily difficult for me. What if The Boy is a poor writer, or doesn’t understand how to maintain a consistent voice across a brand? What if he’s slow, or stupid? What if I don’t like him? What if everyone else dislikes him? All of these things will reflect on me. I don’t like depending on other people like that.
I’m sorry this isn’t very interesting.
I’m missing opening day of The Expendables, and it’s breaking my fucking heart.