Last night, at a city council meeting, my supervisor asked me to take notes. Of course, I jolt down everything. Then, in a rush to clear the room of all our presentation materials, the notes were left behind. The event surprised me, but it did happen after a 13-hour work day that went nonstop.
Of course, my supervisor was very disappointed, almost upset, when he couldn’t offer our architect a copy of my notes. This is just not the type of things one expects from a professional. I apologized and moved on. Sure, I probably could have been more careful, but I just was not.
Two years ago, I probably would have been stressed out by the missing notes, but now, I just accept it.
Being detail-oriented is my weak point in my professional career, and I am sure I will get there eventually. As always, I will try my best, and if that’s not good enough, so be it.
My work is very important to me, and I take it seriously. Still, I also believe in fate. Not fate as in I don’t have to do a damn thing to make things happen, but fate as in I accept the past in order to focus on the present to perform even better today.
