To maintain a small bit of annonymity, the following story has been modified. The real story had nothing to do with making candy, but it will hopefully illustrate the reason that I have 23 new gray hairs today.
Boss: Hey, so, I really like the raspberry candies that you made last week. They were awesome.
Me: Thanks. It took some effort, but I thought they turned out okay.
Boss: Well, today I need you to make NEW candies. They should be entirely different from the old ones, but just as amazing. Oh, and they can still be round, but I don’t want them to be raspberry flavored.
Me: Okay, I can do that.
–I proceed to work on “making candies” for the majority of the day–
Boss: (After tasting the first batch) Wow. Today’s candies taste great. But they’re not really what I was looking for.
Me: Oh?
Boss: Umm, yeah. I was hoping they would be more like the last ones. You know, maybe BLUE raspberry instead of the red raspberry from yesterday. Oh, and the round candies just aren’t going to work. Perhaps we can make them more square?
Me: So, I just wasted a morning?
Boss: Well, not really. (in the same breath) Okay, yes you did. You’ll need to start over. But remember, it needs to be different from yesterday, and yet still the same.
Does anyone else encounter this? If yes, how long before I’m totally bald and in a nursing home?
Sorry, man, but my days are filled with saying the same phrases over and over and over again…
“Sit down!”
“Do your work!”
“Independent silent reading means that you are reading to yourself, not talking!”
“Silent means voices off!”
Sit down!”
“Seriously, we just talked about this… quiet!”
“Sit down!”
“Independent means ALONE!”
“SIT DOWN!!!!”
Just as many grey hairs, though…
Ummm… this is the story of my life. Just add “wake up each morning and repeat as necessary.”
So, apparently I was supposed to make Chocolate-covered Banana Pancakes, and I was supposed to just know that. My bad.
mmmmm…..chocolate