The consequence game
After spending a weekend worrying about what the consequences of my recent screw up at work might be, I discovered today what was going to happen. And that's... nothing.
It came as an anticlimax to me too.
I'm sure it hearkens back to my Catholic upbring that I find it disappointing when my errors have no repercussions. That I should suffer no admonishment for my mistakes doesn't feel right to me. It's not what's supposed to happen. It's not in the script. I know it's a peculiar thing to compain about, but for me the matter reaches beyond mere punishment. It makes me wonder again, for example, about the worth of what I'm doing, what I've been doing for the past few years. If something goes wrong and causes an uproar, for instance, then at least it shows it's of some import. If something goes wrong, on the other hand, and it's deemed barely worthy of a shrug, then what use can it be?
I want my consequences, darnit!
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Cobblers to that. Mistakes happen: the key is to make different mistakes as times goes on. I've said before and I'll say again: one of my ambitions is to make a genuinely original mistake, one that nobody's ever made before. Now *that* would be pushing back the boundaries of the human condition.
go into any phone booth in London. There you will find many cards from people willing and able to give you your admonishment and perhaps more. Clothing optional.
Often the thought of what might happen is far worse than the reality itself. This applies to everything.
As a consequence i make a concerted effort to balls up often and then not worry at all to try and disprove the theory.