Sunday, March 03, 2019
Pied? No.
In this item I reused a picture of Polistra with her printing press.
Looking at related pictures, I noticed this one ...
... showing unfortunate Happystar with the results of a pied form.
Thinking back on my first job in a printshop, I ruefully "remembered" pieing forms.
NO. WAIT.
I never dropped a form, never made a typo.
I was a terrible employee in many ways. Unattractive, unfriendly, socially awkward, lazy.
But I never made a mistake in that job.
The pattern continued through the years. Always unfriendly and lazy, but always completing REQUIRED tasks correctly. In the years of bookkeeping and clerking, I never made a math error, never dipped in the till, always handled money responsibly.
After burnout in 1983, I figured out that status is innate and permanent. I stopped caring. Why bother to go the extra mile? Why try to be friendly? I'm not getting anything in return. No respect, no status, no wife, not enough money to buy respect or status or wife. Fuck it.
Even then, I still completed REQUIRED tasks correctly.
In the last 20 years my software always works as intended, and more recently the graphics are occasionally beautiful.
I only made ONE consequential mistake in actual performance. In 1976, working as a helper for a HVAC company, I was installing ductwork in an attic, missed a step on a joist, and put my foot through the drywall.
That was it. The only major mistake, the only pied form.
Looking at related pictures, I noticed this one ...
... showing unfortunate Happystar with the results of a pied form.
Thinking back on my first job in a printshop, I ruefully "remembered" pieing forms.
NO. WAIT.
I never dropped a form, never made a typo.
I was a terrible employee in many ways. Unattractive, unfriendly, socially awkward, lazy.
But I never made a mistake in that job.
The pattern continued through the years. Always unfriendly and lazy, but always completing REQUIRED tasks correctly. In the years of bookkeeping and clerking, I never made a math error, never dipped in the till, always handled money responsibly.
After burnout in 1983, I figured out that status is innate and permanent. I stopped caring. Why bother to go the extra mile? Why try to be friendly? I'm not getting anything in return. No respect, no status, no wife, not enough money to buy respect or status or wife. Fuck it.
Even then, I still completed REQUIRED tasks correctly.
In the last 20 years my software always works as intended, and more recently the graphics are occasionally beautiful.
I only made ONE consequential mistake in actual performance. In 1976, working as a helper for a HVAC company, I was installing ductwork in an attic, missed a step on a joist, and put my foot through the drywall.
That was it. The only major mistake, the only pied form.Labels: Old Economy Steve, skill-estate, TMI
¶ 11:50 PM
