Feeling th satisfaction of a job well done. At least I hope its well done. So many times this year, I've completed something, looked back and gave a little smile, saying to myself: 'this... now this is a job well done'. One week later, I stare in disbelief at the measley number on my paper that is probably equivilent to something out of a primary school math book (1+3 or 2+1)... Such disappointment.
Once again, at the end of a long journey with a question paper that is no more than 24 hrs old, I look back at the crisp peices of paper that are strewn out of the printer and a sense of pride washes over me. Yet, before I open my mouth to utter the symbolic words that have become my usual rant, I catch myself, hoping against hope by not making such an utterance, it would indeed be so.
Perhaps I am a bit obessive and compulsive about things. 'Bug always told me "If you're not going to do it properly, don't do it at all!" But what if I am doing it as properly as I can, but the standard is just not there? What do I do then? I don't know....
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